Adam and I were heading into a Subway restaurant for lunch yesterday, and we spotted a dead bug in the parking lot. It was a beetle, and it was, I kid you not, at least as big as Adam's fist.
Now, I'm not one to freak out at the sight of a bug, and I didn't yesterday, but... come on. This was one of those bugs that you're only supposed to encounter because some scientist trekked to far away lands and brought back a specimen tacked to a board. You know, one of those bugs you're happy is in far away lands, not at the freaking Subway.
We're learning to get by down here in the land of deep fried food and deep fried weather, but there is a limit to what I'm willing to tolerate in the normal course of my day, and a bug the size of a Sherman tank is pretty dang close to that limit.
2 comments:
well, we have mosquitoes that size!...so, take your pick! Glad to hear all is well, jason
If they's that big, they's crane flies, not skeeters. /Southern
Let me put it another way: Our crane flies can eat your crane flies.
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