We just had a huge scream-fest over a small insect in our box of peaches. He is a house centipede. He is small and harmless, and I see them frequently. Apparently my kids have never laid eyes on one.
Tarantula-girl and snake-girl were the two loudest screamers in the crowd. When I questioned the logic in that, snake-girl shrieked, “But my snake doesn’t have legs. AAAAAHHHH! He’s moving!!!!”
Tarantula girl added, “I like fuzzy fat pets. That one is skinny and he has too many legs. AAAAAHHHH!”
Apparently my kids don’t even find it reassuring that these little guys eat spiders, bedbugs, termites, cockroaches, silverfish, ants, and are generally incapable of penetrating human skin. This was so creepy that Deanna now peels her peaches, just in case the skin has come into contact with a house centipede.
My kids are weird.