The Honda Element has been re-assigned a new job – bug catcher. No, wait… bug killer… or bug smasher. Because man, oh man, it does a stellar job of that. Most of the bugs I see in there are little and harmless. It’s quite disappointing.
The last thing the bugs see flash before their beady, squinty, little eyes is this. Poor fellas.
Imagine my joy when I found this plastered to the Element the other day… not one but TWO bugs smushed together.
Warning: picture below not for those with a faint heart… or a fear of bugs… or the easily squeamished (is that a word?)
See, told you it was’t pretty!
And yet… it kind of is, in the weirdest way possible. But then again, I don’t mind bugs. I want a pet tarantula for crying out loud. Pft, two dead bugs splattered together is nothing.
Oh my gosh, WAIT!
Did one of their legs just twitch in front of me?
Oh my god! Take the picture and move! Move, move, move! Hurry! The leg is still twitching! Run for your life! I bet it’s got a machine gun… and a sword… and this is all just a trick! And I can’t believe I fell for it! I think it sees me! I swear it’s waving its little twiggy leg at me! Run, run, run!
Okay, so I apparently can only handle dead bugs. Shssh, don’t tell anyone about my breakdown. Please! Please don’t tell anyone I scrambled out of there, tripped over the doorstep, dove under the covers and waited and waited and waited. This only means one thing… war!
