Is there anything more instinctive than a revulsion to the creepy-crawlies?
Nothing comes immediately to mind, especially when brutes like this can run out into the middle to the room at rodent-like speeds. I saw this guy out of the corner of my eye last night and nearly jumped out of my skin. He ran to ground here (before be met an untimely demise) where I caught a few pictures for posterity.
Incidentally, the black baseboard he’s resting on is 4 inches, top to bottom.
They say they’re good for catching mosquitoes and cockroaches, but as the kids and I are, essentially, sleeping on the floor, I’d rather he wasn’t running around the floor. I wouldn’t give the family dog good odds in a fight with this monster.
Augh! Ahhh! Ohhhh! Nooooooooooooooooo!
Augh! Ahhh! Ohhhh! Nooooooooooooooooo!