A lot of bugs, insects, and creepy crawly things I can handle. There is a short-list, however, of some critters that I very much dislike. Near the top of the list is the earwig. I grew up in a rural area where the little bastards would seek shelter in whatever damp, dark nook the house or barns had to offer. I still remember heading out to the shed for an armload of firewood, only to lift a piece and find a small nesting of the things bundled up like in a writhing swarm. Blargh!
I'm not a big fan of bees, but they have a purpose. Mosquitoes annoy the heck out of me, but they even serve a purpose. But what in the blue hell does an earwig do besides gross me out?
I only rant about them like this since a couple of weeks of sporadic showers have brought the things into the house. I have killed well over twenty of them in the kitchen over the past week. I even had to get a new toothbrush when I found two squirming on my old one when I went to brush my teeth one night. I wanted to fumigate the entire block after that visual image burned into my mind.
Kill 'em all.