I'm not so squeamish
I do find centipedes make my skin crawl, and I have a tendency to squash them (they're kinda quick and wouldn't want them to be crawling, somewhere at a later time)
Squirrels on the other hand...
I never hand a problem with them (sounds foreboding doesn't it)
always thought they were kinda cute and harmless, in Ontario they are Black, and a lot tougher from what I hear (hey I just heard it, I don't even live there, I find them cuter 'caus they're not a boring gray like ours here...)
But now that I have a balcony with a fire escape leading up to it...
I have learned they are EVIL little Buggers!!! ...
They like to come up and visit my plants
if it is edible or fruit bearing, they will eat it before the damn thing is even ripe
Even my Habanero peppers, they would pick them to taste it, no that one is tooo Hot, mmm maybe this tasty looking orange one... (every bloody pepper)
When there is nothing for them to eat, they amuse themselves, by either digging up roots (I guess to bury a prized nut), or sometimes, just to have a taste (usuallly bite the bottom of the stem, so I have often found a plant that was once nice and healthy, chomped near the roots!!!) $#@%$@#^!!!
I even had a beautiful Desert Rose on my balcony once, one day a rodent decided that big fat obese trunk looked tasty, so he tasted it, it did fine for about two months, then I noticed too late, it got rot at the bites, then died!!!
I'm pretty sure that rodent got, at the very least a very sore tummy, as they are toxic, but If I had seen the bugger, I would have Punched him in the Face, David and Goliath or not !!!
OK now a cute little story (my 15 minutes aren't up yet are they?)
I was painting on Martha's Vineyard
doing a lot of outdoor work on rich folks houses...
Up a Ladder on Scafolding...
decided to go down for a break...
just started going down the ladder (say 15' or more)
when suddenly, I feel a wasp stinging me on my leg, in my pants $#%!
I came down that ladder so fast...
Slapping my leg...
as soon as I was Down, I dropped my pants
and what happens...
This Brazilian guy comes walking around the corner...
there I am pants around my ankles, just staring at him
He doesn't even speak any english or french, just portuguese
So I can't even be sure he understood my story...
It was a Wasp, in my Pants
( a ??? in your pants? )