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Gross.

I was just sitting here with my laptop trying to think of something to blog about, when I noticed a fuzzy caterpillar on the top of the little fan sitting on the table right in front of me, which is on. Oh how cute, I said.

A split second later there was a zzpptt sound, and Mr. Caterpillar was no longer on the fan but was laying in two pieces on my forearm, sliced right down the middle.

This has been Rachel Handey with Deep Thoughts.

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sarahk [TypeKey Profile Page]:

I can no longer be your friend. It's over. You thought a caterpillar in your house was cute.

Even the butterflies they turn into are scary.

Amber [TypeKey Profile Page]:

That seriously made me laugh out loud. Poor little caterpillar :(

Two parts?

You need a faster spinning fan.

Amber [TypeKey Profile Page]:

That seriously made me laugh out loud. Poor little caterpillar :(

Amber [TypeKey Profile Page]:

That seriously made me laugh out loud. Poor little caterpillar :(

Bad Penny [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Amber, try holding your breath or drinking a full glass of water. Or we could all just yell boo!

Caterpillar killer !! I hope there's no kittens in your house.

So wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.... it was sliced the long way, down the middle? That's precision right thar.

Angus L. [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Let me guess, tastes like chicken, right? Good thing it wasn't a spider!

It's an interesting sensation to giggle and gag at the same time.

evvybuns [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Ooh. Cuisinart caterpillar.

rickl [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Ouch. That's gotta sting.

gmsc [TypeKey Profile Page]:

A caterpillar with lots of charm,
crawled on a fan that caused it great harm,
the cage, it slipped through,
the fan sliced it in two,
and it wound up on Rachel's arm.

rickl [TypeKey Profile Page]:

sarahk: Butterflies are scary???

Come to think of it, one time I was walking down the street and I suddenly saw something coming straight at my face. I instinctively ducked.

It was a butterfly.

Sarahk's afraid of butterflies? BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Rachel, you've now got enough ammo for a lifetime. A pitbull's master (mistress? mastress?) is afraid of the most harmless creature on earth!

Splaterpillar.

A Recovering Liberal [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Oh my, can you imagine the fun of blindfolding sarahk, taking her to a butterfly festival (yes, folks, they do exist) and removing the blindfold while the pretty-colored things flit about her?

There's some seriously sick people in here...

My kind of people!

WayneB [TypeKey Profile Page]:

I'm guessing it's an old fan, with metal blades? Because then new ones with the plastic blades just couldn't do that.

Sarah - if I were closer, I would offer to have my dog come over and get the butterflies for you. Except that she would drive Rowdi crazy running circles around him (Jack Russell Terrier, heh). She chases down all little moving things - butterflies, grasshoppers, spiders, blowing leaves, you name it. Caterpillars might move too slow for her to notice, though.

sarahk [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Y'all are some sick people! Did y'all even see A View to a Kill? They had poisonous fake butterflies all flying around on strings or something. SICK. How do I know the things flying around me aren't playthings of evil Bond villains? Huh? HUH? YOU TELL ME!

WayneB, Rowdi would just immediately hold your little Jack Russell down with her paw and tell her to shut it. :-P

PatHMV [TypeKey Profile Page]:

This reminds me of an old children's rhyme my dad taught me, years ago. Sarahk, you'll appreciate it; it has a very satisfying ending from your perspective. It begins Ooey Gooey was a worm...

cliff [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Sarahk Rowdi would have to catch it first. Ever go to a dog park jack russells give greyhounds a run for there money.

pbmaltzman [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Ick. Our house gets lots of earwigs in the summer. Oftentimes I'll be working at my computer and all of a sudden notice one of them running around on my desk somewhere. They look like mean little buggers... What I do (after grossing out) is grab a wad of Kleenex, capture the little monster, and run like hell to the bathroom, where it gets a burial at sea (AKA flushed down the toilet).

bobs1066 [TypeKey Profile Page]:

The Trials of Life, right there in your living room.

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