I think I've discovered at least part of the reason for my aversion to bugs. That is, not the source of said aversion---still don't have a good, solid excuse for that. It's more that I can clarify some of the aspects of my bug-aversion.

I have reason to believe that it is when they are small that I have the most difficulty with them. Big cockroaches? No problem. I can see 'em. I can avoid 'em. But the little ones...the ones that will grow into big ones? Kill! Kill! Kill! And then twitch for half an hour, imagining their feathery li'l legs skimming over my skin. ::shudder:: Disgusting.

But I managed to finish my paper. (Non sequitur!) It's only 7 pages instead of 10...but I knew it would be. In the grand history of my paper writing, I don't think I have ever hit the maximum page limit. Most of the time I barely hit the minimum. Which is why I was so glad in undergrad that most of the time they didn't give us strict page limits. Guess they thought we were adult enough to handle it. I think that's a foreign thought here. Imagine! Adults in grad school!

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