This monster just dove at the back of my neck like some predator, so I batted it away and now it burries its head in the crack of my doorstep.
I'm just thankful it didn't fall down the back of my pants to bury its head in the crack of my ass like some sexual predator. Fuckin' little shit.
God help me, I loath june bugs! **shudders** ICK!!!
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So then I get up from my doorstep, turn around and find another june bug trying to break in like some creeper in the night, and another one on the doorstep in front of my door. I'm officially grossed out and will remember to dress from head to toe the next time I go out for a smoke.
*shudders* ICK!!!
