That calm cockroach in the mug.

Now I remembered the time I almost ate a cockroach when I went to drink water in the early hours of the morning. 💀💀💀

zebronha said:
That calm cockroach in the mug.

Now I remembered the time I almost ate a cockroach when I went to drink water in the early hours of the morning. 💀💀💀

Now I'm interested in the story...

zebronha said:
That calm cockroach in the mug.

Now I remembered the time I almost ate a cockroach when I went to drink water in the early hours of the morning. 💀💀💀

I was once attacked by six flying cockroaches at the same time, truly a terrifyng moment to me.

hwa said:
I was once attacked by six flying cockroaches at the same time, truly a terrifyng moment to me.

I once landed ass first onto a bee hive... Still have nightmares about that.

These posts becoming a hotspot for insect-related trauma and I will gift to everyone my own contribution of how bees on the beach seem to singlehandedly cut short 4 of some nearly fun summer vacations or summer clubs. Also, my mom was terrorized by a giant June bug on a road trip. Swore it was the same one up and down terrorizing her.

zebronha said:
That calm cockroach in the mug.

Now I remembered the time I almost ate a cockroach when I went to drink water in the early hours of the morning. 💀💀💀

I once put a fresh-picked blackberry in my mouth. There was a June bug clinging to it. A moment later, it was clinging to my tongue. Another moment later, the bowl of blackberries was across the room.

zebronha said:
That calm cockroach in the mug.

Now I remembered the time I almost ate a cockroach when I went to drink water in the early hours of the morning. 💀💀💀

Shudder! That unlocked a previously "vaulted" memory for me. Visiting a friend's place, he offered a carton of malted milk balls, you know, packaged in a container shapes, folded and glued like vintage milk cartons. I shook a few and munched them. A few moments later, I dispensed another two or three. The third time, a south Georgia palmetto bug cockroach (the 2 inch long species), very much alive, tumbled from the carton along with the chocolate milk balls. Dear g*d! The thought that this disease ridden critter had been crawling all over the morsels I had eaten! *BRR!!!* I don't think I ever accepted any food offered at his place ever again!

redfern said:
Shudder! That unlocked a previously "vaulted" memory for me. Visiting a friend's place, he offered a carton of malted milk balls, you know, packaged in a container shapes, folded and glued like vintage milk cartons. I shook a few and munched them. A few moments later, I dispensed another two or three. The third time, a south Georgia palmetto bug cockroach (the 2 inch long species), very much alive, tumbled from the carton along with the chocolate milk balls. Dear g*d! The thought that this disease ridden critter had been crawling all over the morsels I had eaten! *BRR!!!* I don't think I ever accepted any food offered at his place ever again!

A special ingredient makes everything better, imagine chewing something "crunchy" and not knowing what it is! Lmao

Grilled cheese sandwiches.