For reference, this is what a potato bug looks like:
They are mostly nocturnal, and feed on dead organic matter and sometimes other bugs. They can inflict a rather painful bite if provoked.
Back when we had a garden (before my dog, who LOVES digging things up…)
I must have been 7 years old or so, and I was digging in the garden to put in some flowers.
When all of a sudden this little mound of soil near my hand started shaking.
And this little head popped out.
If the Doctor was the bug, the cake was the ground and I was Rory… This is what happened:
Then I was all:
And it was all:
Then I was all:
Keep in mind how big I was compared to the bug at the time, and you’ll see why to this day for some reason in my head Potato Bugs are like 6 inches long, when they really only get like 2.5 inches long…
Many years later, there was a full-size potato bug in my backyard, wandering around minding it’s own business.
Whereas I let bugs (even creepy ones) go about their own business, my father is more akin to….. the Hulk or something when it comes to anything multi-legged smaller than his fist.
So while my mother and sister are watching from afar like this:
My dad runs over to kill the poor thing pretty much just because he can.
(Fun fact: When there’s a spider in the house, it turns into a race between my father and I for who can get to it first. I run over with my bug catcher to take it outside, and he runs up with a wad of tissue paper to kill it. -__-)
So he stomps on it once, then removes his foot.
The thing is still alive.
He stomps on it a second time, guts spew out with a sickening crunch. He removes his foot…
The poor bug tries to crawl away, half flattened.
Kinda like this:
We all do this:
It took like 6-8 more stomps from my 230+ lb father to finish the job.
From then on, my family refers to potato bugs as “zombie bugs”
(And I still think we should have just let the poor beastie be) >_>;