I can't say how many times I've been working at my desk in the office and then, out of the corner of my eye, I see an enormous bug crawling right toward me, or hanging right down from the ceiling in my face. Ugh!
Little Mrs. Osmonson sat at her desk, typing and filing away, when along came a spider, and crawled up beside her, and frightened Mrs. Osmonson to death!!
I know that there are some 10,000 bugs for every human being on earth. God's creations are beautiful and we need the bugs to carry pollen, control populations, recycle waste, cure diseases, and all those wonderful amazing things...but do they have to creap up on me like they always do and scare the living daylights out of me? Of course.
I certainly don't understand why a wasp needs to fly around my desk, or why spiders like to land on my head or hang from their stringy strands in my face, or why the moths decide to crawl up into my desk drawers to die, or why the Tyranosaurus roach today needed to see the view from the top of the reception desk. That was, by far, the grossest, most enormous bug I have ever seen. Missouri bugs are just massive.
And then I feel bad when I kill 'em because they die so pathetically. Spiders immediately shrivel up into balls, and everything else seems to just explode guts everywhere. After that I feel like I have a hundred more crawling all over me. It's like their buggy ghosts come back to haunt me.
It's not that I don't like bugs altogether. I actually find them rather fascinating in their natural habitats. But if they come inside, they're dead.
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