New and improved floor worm! Now 100% more live and writhing!

But somehow still unable to escape the same fate.

Yeah right...

Yes, I don't even believe it either. Some kind of mutant hybrid? Elaborate hoax on par with the lochness monster existing, or family guy being funny?

All I know is this guy is NOT supposed to be on the kitchen counter.


And furthermore, I just washed these clothes and they still look all lousy.

Guess that's what happens when my parents leave. The whole palace gets over run with vermin. I'm so glad they are back.

Back in Buisness!

Just when you think the magic is gone. Just when you think there can't possibly be any more insects of interest hanging around my house. Life hits you with a doozy.
I have no idea what kind of bug this is. A brief look at the displays in the entomology department lead me to believe its some kind of squash bug. Whatever it is, it's obviously prehistoric... and yes, it is on the inside of the window.

P.S. Just found out about this!

This bug theme is running out of juice

When I started this I knew it could not last forever. After going for three or four days without seeing any insects of note, I am now contemplating changing the theme of this blog to something else. Its hard to say goodbye when you've had so many good times together, but if I may quote myself "all good things must come to an end". Yes I just made that saying up. Right "off the top of my head" as I also like to say, when I made that saying up as well. Perhaps this blog can continue as an anthology of my great phraseology, or maybe I can add a 500 word tribute to my new mini fridge. As the end of the era of my insect blogging ends I leave you with the only pitiful specimen I have encountered in the past week.

This fella was quite dead when I found him. Upon returning with some tissue to dispose of the carcass I found nothing there. He was gone, to a better place I suppose. I then noticed the smug look on my cats face, the look of a cat that has eaten the perfect thing to barf up later.

What a pickle!

The other day I was taking my nightly stroll in the gardens around the dad palace when i stumbled into a rather sticky spider web. This is not an uncommon occurance, so I forced myself to keep calm and continue with the engaging phone conversation I was having with a good friend about old times. Most of the time when I walk through a spider web it is a mere wisp of a strand and nothing to get too worried about. This time however I walked through the bulk of the web in all its geometric glory. Being a logical individual I thought surely I must have picked up the occupant of that particular web somewhere on my person. Upon returning inside a brief examination revieled nothing unusual and I continued with my conversation.

Five minutes later I looked down and screamed. The spider I saw crawling up my shirt was of the most foul variety. It was about the size of a frisbee, had inch long fangs, a red bandit mask and what appeared to be a switch-blade in either hand. Again I screamed and threw my phone to the ground. At some point in my wild flailing I knocked the monster off of me and ran from the room to grab my camera. I gathered all my courage, I knew this needed be shared with the world. I snapped what pictures I could before the horror overwhelmed me, This is what I found:At this point the spider had apparently shrunk from its enormous size, but looking closer you could imagine the terror:On closer examination I don't think I should have been as scared as I was:-CAOW AH BUNG AH!