Tis the Season to be Afraid. Very, VERY Afraid
This is the time of year I dread.
Every year I will be faced with my nemesis:
They may be small, but these horrid things terrify me.
They have no purpose. No point at all. They do nothing. Nada.
No one would miss the daddylonglegs if there was a mass cull. You wouldn't have people standing about saying: "Hmm, look at that big white wall. Wouldn't it be better if it had a load of gangly, suspicious looking creatures pinned to it?"
No. No one would say that.
You also wouldn't get people, just dozing off at night, thinking: "Yeah, I'm so comfy, all I need now is some weird flying worm with weird back legs floating around.."
Or a person just about to sit and eat their tea: "I tell you what would make this day complete. A bizarre creepy-crawly, sitting up there, staring at me, threatening to launch itself into my face."
They make a weird noise, will probably have something to do with the end of the world and I completely believe my friend Claire when she says they are the most poisonous animal in Britain but they have no teeth so cannot inject their venom into humans.
Evil I say.
I'm not entirely sure how to get rid of them either. I'm never completely satisfied that they can't escape from a vacuum - and, if you have a Dyson, they appear, one by one up the side of the clear cylinder. Watching. Waiting.
I don't think I would ever completely trust a toilet that recently had one flushed down it either. The ramifications of a failed flush do not even bare thinking about.
And they always, ALWAYS find their way back through the open window from whence they were cast.
If anyone needs me I shall be in a dark room, with no windows, brandishing a fly swat until the end of September.
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Emma Deadman - is a first-time mum-to-be. She gives her take on life... from bump to beyond.
Its a Crane fly
CraneFly
this is daddy long legs
Daddyloglegs
I googled daddy long legs. The image you see is the first one that came up. Sorry, James - I don't need to look at your links to know that you are wrong. The daddylonglegsis are the flying ones - not the spiders.
Hi Laura - I completely agree with you, the flying ones are indeed the daddylonglegs! James is wrong! Spiders are called harvestmen!
Good point well made Michelle.
What ever you call em Crane Fly's or Dadydylonglegsis...
I freeking love em, now i don't want to sound feminine, but they are by far the cutest of all bugs... just look at his little face...
As regards to what there call... i've spoken to my mom and she said that there called daddylonglegsis... now you wouldn't wanna make my mother out to be lier woud you?
After much discussion on Saturday night, I can confirm the overall verdict is:
Daddylonglegsis ARE the flying ones.
Harvestmen are the spiders.
Sorry. You can't argue with the opinions of seven people who spent Saturday night in the Moseley Dance Centre.
The End.