They may sound amazing to some but I am sincerely happy that I'm not anywhere near them. They look big and mean. I stumbled upon this yesterday and nope'd out of there after the first video. They are freakin' huge! http://gothamist.com/2013/05/22/turn_up_the_volume_and_watch... To be fair though, I am extremely anti-bug. I don't like spiders or gnats or anything creepy crawly. I shower with my glasses on after being attacked by a couple daddy long legs in the shower when I was 12. Perhaps this is where it stems from. I'm not scared of much but I cannot help but be shit-terrified of bugs. They make my heart race. I enjoy camping but it is a constant panic attack. When I was living in NYC, I got fairly intoxicated and came home one night and immediately used the restroom. After walking a mile in heels, drunk, sitting on the toilet felt pretty fucking great. Suddenly out of no where something does a PING-PONG-PING crashing itself back and forth across the tiny NYC bathroom. I literally fell, still peeing, out the door which was directly in front of me. My roommate stuck his head out to see what the fuss was about but gave up after the sight he saw. I told him there was a flying monster in the bathroom. He shut his door and ignored me. Looking back, I would probably do the same to my drunk roommate who just peed all over herself and the floor. I waddled downstairs to my basement room and put on a movie. 5 minutes later I hear EEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW THUMP THUMP SLAM* My roommate, who I learned was drunky-poo as well, had finished masturbating or whatever and stumbled upon the flying monster. So now we had two drunk 20 year olds, both barely wearing clothes (he had his hipster hulk briefs on, I had a tank top and boxers on) and a flying monster in the bathroom. 2 shots later, armed with 4 cups from the kitchen, we went on our mission. The beast was captured. A notecard was placed under the cup and two drunk half-naked idiots ran down the hallway of our apartment complex, screeching, to throw him outside. Unfortunately there was a bit of a smokers party right outside out apartment door so we had to run around them to throw the beast in the planter. When the dust had settled, we were now standing on a busy NYC street on a Friday night, adrenaline rushing, half naked, surrounded by people.
