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Anonymous File :-(, x)
This son of a bitch. When I was young, around 8 or so, I was living on a farm my family owns (In east Texas). I've never liked bugs, ever, but I could generally handle it. Then, one day, I was walking through a field and one of these assholes JUMPED INTO MY FUCKING NOSE. What - the - fuck, Nature. I flailed around for a few seconds before my blowing and his scrabbling separated us. For at least a year after that I always held my hands in front of my nose/mouth when walking through grass.
It's the thing I hate most about the fuckers - there's no defense. They're fucking everywhere, for one. For another, they'll jump right at you, no matter how you try to avoid them. Not to mention that in summer, where I live, the towns' sidewalks can be covered with their corpses, rotting on the baking concrete. *Crisch* *Crisch* *Crisch*
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