Giant Insect Monster Attacks German Farmland!Follow

How in the hell did you find that? Looks like Jophiel was in Germany when that pic was taken.



Edited, Sep 28th 2006 at 10:23am PDT by Elderon

Dooood, I'm gonna spend the next week looking for dinosours, I'm sure I can find at least One!

Earwigs are stout little troopers. We had a minor invasion of them in the house this spring and they don't get squished easily.

I'm theorizing it's the work of the same crazy German who discovered the militar training camp in China.

I have a screendoor in my basement. Every time I open said screen door, I make sure to wait 5 seconds as more often than not, multiple earwigs will drop out of the track.

If anyone was curious, an earwig pinch is nowhere near as painful as a beesting.



I leave the ones I kill where they're for a day or two before vacuuming them up. As a warning to the rest, it does nothing. For my piece of mind, priceless.

I was bit by an earwig when I was a kid and to this day I will smoosh any I see!!!

But you'll cut their hair and go out for coffee with them prior to?

Try putting on a pair of pants dried out during a night of camping. Somabichs hurt!

Spiders are the worst bug ever. Ewwww.. I hate spiders. Then again I hate roaches too, I'll squeal like a little girl even seeing them in movies.

actually it somehow got in my hair when I was playing on the playground at recess. I did a somersault and it bit my ear. Im sure it was just trying to hang on but when you're 6, didnt know one landed in your hair and get bit, it can leave lasting memories.

Yesterday the weather was perfect for a bike ride and this place was sucking ***, so I left work early and hit some trails near my place. I will admit, sometimes I like riding my bicycle or jogging, but yesterday went very wrong.

I was riding along, when the call of nature took firm hold of my bladder, so I started looking for a good place to pull off the trail and drain myself. I spotted what looked like a good spot, with a half-circle of bushes and trees to obscure the dripping wang I was about to produce. I slowed down and pulled into the little alcove, placing my bike on what appeared to be a pile of harmless sticks, quickly dropped my drawers and started whizzin'.

Well, just a few seconds into my **** I feel this burning on the back of my head, and I reach back there, and feel some nasty little bug that has bitten me. I snatch it, still pissing away, because I can multi-task, and hold it in front of my face. It's a bee, and as I realize that I've been stung for the first time in roughly two decades, my leg sort of smolders with another half a dozen stings.

I whirled around, dong spritzing the area about me, and was greeted by the sight of a dark cloud of stingy little bees. Those sticks I dropped my bike on? Apparently they concealed some sort of hive, and now the bees were all swarming around and I had my diCk out. I zipped up in a hurry, luckily managed to keep myself out of my zipper, and ran down the trail, leaving the bike where it was. I tossed off my hat and backpack, and started slapping the little fUckers as they stung me all about the back of my head, and my legs, arms and yes, one had apparently been in my boxers and stung me right on the ol' shaft.

I yelled at people who were headed the other way, past me, and toward the upset hive. I may not have made alot of sense, though.

"Hive! Hive! I hit a hive!"

When I collected myself to some extent I ventured back to the bicycle cautiously, and found it covered in bees, like the boney insides of Candyman. I snagged the front tire and charged down the path, away from the hive, dropping the bees as I went. I was stung several more times while retrieving the bike, but by that point I was over being bothered by it.

So then I rode out of the park and went to the bar, and although I had been on the wagon for about six months, I got drunk.

The point is, don't let bees sting you on the genitals, it's a bummer, and earwigs don't bite as hard as bees, or something.