Hah, I think we all have our "heebie-geebie" triggers, no matter how many creepers or crawlers we're used to.
I had my own little "girly-dance-and-run-out-of-the-room-shrieking" episode with a cockroach. Some how this.....thing.....had crawled up through an open vent the last maintenance crew left open, and into the bedroom of my apartment.
Now, most cockroaches will scatter and scurry off when you turn on the lights. Not this one. I came home, turned on the lights, and this 4" cockroach spun around to face me, clearing demanding "What??".
That's when I knew I was in trouble.
And really, I'm fine with bugs....but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with something like that in my room (you just KNOW it's going to crawl in your mouth at night or something, the divine humor of the universe demands it) so I went to catch it with the first thing I grabbed, a plastic tomato container. It had tiny, tiny air holes in the bottom, I figured there would be no way it could get out. So after spending 15 minutes chasing it all over the damned place (they're fast!) I finally catch it and close the container. The roach promptly does three spinning laps around the inside of the container and comes flying out of a hole approximately three times smaller in diameter than its body.
That's when I dropped the container and ran out of the room screaming like a little girl.
When I finally caught it again, in a peanut butter jar, I sealed up the jar, duct-taped it shut, put it in another jar in a bag inside of a trash bag and threw it down the garbage shoot.
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