Gosh, this blog has been full of dead old guys lately, I've just noticed. Phew. Here, read this article about the sensual, passionate, feminine natures of earwigs instead.
I did, and loved it, and bookmarked it. Thanks Lucy. As a kid I became nervous when chancing upon a deargadaol, but earwigs were always somehow more comical, if uncuddly.
My thing was woodlice. God I loved them. I used to corral them and make them run all over my hands. The thing about earwigs when I was little is that there were a lot of rumours and myths about them biting you with their little pincers, so I used to steer clear. I am glad to have a lot of this cleared up now. What is a deargadaol?
Woodlice are fine, but I never loved them enough to invite them to go running on my hands. I did rescue a lot of them from my grandmother's bath, though.Viney mentions the deargadaol in his article - it's better known as the devil's coach horse beetle.