I don’t particularly like bugs! They are only good for frog fodder, and I’m not that keen on frogs either. (Kermit is the only frog I’ve ever had any respect for!)
One night in bed, I got bit on the neck by one of these bugs. It was a hard enough bite to wake me, and I was sick for two weeks. When I called the local Park Ranger, he seemed to think it was an assassin bug. I took it to a local exterminator. He didn’t recognize it and sent it down to LA to be identified by their elite group of entomologists who discovered that it was not an assassin bug after all but a ground beetle akin to the earwig. These beetles don’t come into the house, don’t climb stairs, and they don’t bite humans—ever. They feed outside under rocks and plants on dead and decaying matter. Since I’ve never known an entomologist I couldn’t trust, I assume one of two things. I’m both dead and decaying, or I’m not human!