To be completely honest I'm not even entirely sure he was a firebug because while he had the same shapely figure, the colors on his back were sort of different. Also when I squished him it smelled like ammonia or something though to be fair that could have just been my adrenaline heightening my senses. Maybe my office always smells like that. Who knows.
All I know was that he was huge. And even I, who no longer freaks out when they land on me, jumped away and squealed. He was terrifying and after his squished body fell on my bag belly-up I squealed even more and felt a bit queasy. I put a piece I paper over him in my trash can so I don't have to view his disgutingness.
Gross, gross, gross!
3 warm fuzzies:
I believe he's called an Assassin Beetle and although his name implies deadliness, it only applies to his meals. They're quite harmless to humans though they look awfully creepy. (Why do I know this, you ask? I took Zoology in high school and had to learn about all sorts of bugs.)
Haha, my family always calls them "stink bugs"...and for good reason, I suppose. Covering him up in the garbage can is exactly what I would have done, too.
Ew... you're very brave!
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