They don't serve any purpose except to be food for birds and fish .
They don't serve any purpose except to be food for birds and fish .
Chuck Noblet: Can anyone tell me the tragic irony of the Trojan War? Tina? Tina: Um, that horses are friendly creatures yet a hollow, wooden one was used to destroy Troy? Chuck Noblet: Wrong and no. Anyone else? Chip? Chip: That the mighty warrior Achilles was killed by a small cut to his ankle. Chuck Noblet: Chip is wronger. OK, here it is. The tragic irony of the Trojan War is that though it was fought over Helen, who was young and beautiful, by the time they rescued her ten years later, she was old and ugly. Tina: But wasn't recovering the king's wife reward enough for the Greeks? Chuck Noblet: Tina, an ugly woman is never a reward.
I hate regular flies so...this one would top it.
If a cranefly would fly into a room, we'd all scream and sit there staring at it. Then we'd either get mum or dad to let it out of the window, and then we would lock and bolt all the doors and windows.
If i see one outside on the lawn, I will make it my life's work to step on it.
Here in England we call them called "Daddy Long Legs". What an awesome name for an insect, eh?
Last week, I had three in my bedroom flying round my light-bulb. I quickly reached for my TV remote and battered them all to death. Spiders don't bother me, but the legs on Daddy Long Legs really give me the willies.
"As the days go by, we face the increasing inevitability that we are alone in a godless,
uninhabited, hostile and meaningless universe. Still, you've got to laugh, haven't you?"
Daddy Long-Legs don't bother me at all. I'd rather not have them crawling on me, but I'm perfectly content to let one hang around in the room with me.
"The most important and recognize player in the history of the country."
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were as great as Paulo Wanchope.
We call 'em øyenstikker. Which means eye poker.
I agree. And this is coming from someone who doesn't even find spiders scary in the slightest. Here in Scotland we call them 'Jenny Long Legs' or 'Daddy Long Legs'.Originally Posted by Spiffing Cheese
Who knows why!
I sense a lot of HATE in this thread.
I'm fine until they attack me.
Daddy Long Legs are violent and angry insects. One time I got locked in battle with one in my room. I was trying to get some work done and it kept sneaking behind the bookcase or wardrobe and then reappearing to fly at the monitor and piss me off. And then when I batted it away it flew straight for my eyes. Repeatedly.
Eventually, I took it out with an A2 Pure Maths books. All the calculus must've crushed its spirits (and puny exoskeleton).
. . . if someone had come and told me . . . that they would leave my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.
-Jean Paul Sartre, "The Wall"
yeh if they try to kill me i have to protect myself...otherwise ill jus continue whatever i was doin...i dont mind the ones that are pratically the same only they dont have wings.....I'm fine until they attack me.
The best way to rid yourself of any creepy crawlies is to crush them up and smoke them.
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