Top 10 video game moments that change you as a person

why is it called honor scouting there's nothing honourable about it

There are these loud ass beetles in the neighborhood and they buzz at a frequency that rob cant hear. One made it INSIDE THE HOUSE with all the screens shut and it woke el up from her nap earlier 😭 she fell asleep again but im awake and it's loud as hell and i cant get it out of the house. I already tried waking rob up, though admittedly it was a halfhearted attempt because he needs rest. Guess i suffer alone for now 🥲

like 15% of the fun of dead by daylight is finding and analyzing the bugs that come with every patch

the way we’ve had 2-3 bug inspections and treatments but we still have cockroaches in our kitchen after months….pain. agony, even

sick and twisted that hozier got my hopes up for new music and it's just a feature on an edm song

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Omg nsfw queen

Cockschafer

bugtober day 19 was mushroom

they are friends!!

some more bugtober prompts! I have them more organized on twitter but on here I just post them however I want!! dang!!

Does anyone know wtf this is?

~Details~:

It has 2 pincer-like things on its bottom but that's not its head. It has two long, thin antennae on its actual head. Whatever this is it likes playing dead/standing really still then moving.

I've seen this exact same bug before, I thought I killed it but never found the body afterward so I guess not. Ig that means this bug has a long lifespan because that was like 3 months ago

Also it's in a jar because I couldn't kill it even after smashing it 3 times with hard things.

internet find

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Has this ever happened to you?

Black-backed meadow ant, Formica pratensis

It's hard to kill bugs, but I do it.

I've been the official house bug killer for years now- unlike my sister and mother, I don't get scared; unlike my brother, I don't feel bad; unlike my father, I don't have a job that keeps me out the house for long.

Always home, always available, always killing.

I don't mind holding them too. Many people think bugs are so gross, so much so that they cannot touch them. And they really are gross, but I don't mind their little legs on my skin just as much. So I hear a yelp, I bring some toilet paper and I get it done.

my favourite bugs are the ants. Always have been, and I'm not quite sure why.

Maybe just because they're everywhere, so I've gotten used to them. Maybe it's the cartoon movies people keep making. Maybe it's the way they work, going in a straight line from their little hole in the ground to a garden, carrying seeds and crumbs and leaves. Always punctual, working as a team, getting their food together, always carrying twenty times their body weight. Maybe that's why.

I used to watch them as a kid, on my way to school. I would see a trail and follow it, standing over them and just watch. One time, I took a small leaf and put it in a gap in their trail, to see what they'll do and they've just walked around it, not bothering to climb over or move it. Always punctual.

But they keep crawling all over your desks and floors, coming out of who knows where. So I kill them.

I think a part of it is me trying to prove myself. To look like I'm stronger than I am, not scared, pretending I don't care at all. I've stopped doing that around the end of high school, when I found out all it did was make me bottle up my emotions and not face them.

I've gotten really healthy about it since than, but then I found out that adults don't face their emotions. You do that when you're a teen and I've missed my chance.

When you're an adult, people expect you to already have the whole emotions thing figured out, but I think I started off a bit late.

"You can't sit on the floor." "You can't dance in the streets." "Just do that later, when you're at home." You can't show your emotions to others. You're not a kid, so you're not allowed to look happy.

I always used to think that adults were boring because they never cared about what's more out there, beyond you and your surroundings, but now I see that they're just tired. Trying to hold on to unchanging events because everything else, even how other people see you, takes too much place in your head. It doesn't really go away, it just makes you tired.

So those are the rules:

Act strong.

Look indifferent.

Be uncaring.

My sister is yelling from across the hall. I grab some toilet paper, open the door and rush over.

It's hard to kill bugs, but I do it.