I realised the other day that I no longer expect to see bugs. When I left Hamilton for the niceness of Kanata and Ottawa, I was still jittery about creepy crawlies. Sure, in Kanata, there were a few spiders, but they weren’t very threatening. Just icky.
When I lived in Hamilton, I used to enter a room and give it a furtive scan for insects. Black shadows on the carpet, in the joint of the wall and the carpet, or anything moving, period. If I found a creepy crawly, I would assess the situation by the bug’s levels of creepiness, mobility, and threat. I would then kill, remove, or ignore the thing, or, in extreme cases, call my roommate or leave the room.
I will grant that the two apartments I had in Hamilton were a) basement or floor level, and b) shitholes. Still, we don’t have House Centipedes on the East Coast. Jesus Christ, those things still make me panic.
Here, I don’t have to go through that. Sure, I’m chronically unemployed, but I never have to chase of those Jeesly lightning-quick House Centipedes. Jibbly jibbly.