Yuck.

Our apartment is decent...it isn't fancy by any means, but it's fine...if you like bugs. We find spiders in the corners and hanging from the ceiling, and have the occasional ant scurry across the floor or wall. I can handle that. What I am less thrilled about is this:Earwigs. Gross. On the floor or wall, it's gross but I'll just squish it, whatever. But these little guys and I have had two encounters that are just about more than I care to deal with.
Episode #2: Jackson and I are sitting at the table eating breakfast when nasty earwig crawls across his highchair. Yep, nasty.
Even nastier?
Episode #1: I keep a water bottle with a straw next to my bed because I always get thirsty at night. The other night I took a drink before going to bed and then didn't drink at all during the night... Come morning time I pick up the water bottle and take a gulp and there's something in my mouth... I spit it out. Yep. An earwig. I was a little traumatized for a while after that one.

On the bright side, we've got fireflies too. Not in the house though.