Better than Junebugs

I don’t know if you know what a junebug is, I didn’t until I lived in Texas. But you should know… They are vile. They are these disgusting and huge beetles and they swarm you and audibly crunch when you step on them… They are awful. There are a lot of awful things in the world, but junebugs are one creation that I just don’t understand the purpose of.

So welcome to “Better than Junebugs,” a page in which I will post pictures of terrible things that are still not as terrible as junebugs.

This is not my hand. It’s this guy’s.


May 1st, 2013

So I am currently visiting my hometown as a birthday present to myself. I love it here! The air is dry, there are no insects, I get to spend time with my lovely friends…


And it’s snowing! The first day of May and there are inches of snow on the ground! One of my dear friends is celebrating his 21st birthday today and we are driving through the snow to Boulder (a 45 minute drive in good conditions).

But all of this… Better than junebugs.


May 6th, 2013

So I’ve been home from vacation for roughly 30 hours. It is currently 4:20 in the am and I’m about 10 minutes early for work.

I’m exhausted, and 4:30 is not really my prime time to be awake and functioning (this is really hard to, like, write because I’m trying not to fall asleep. Thank goodness for autocorrect because otherwise this would be a bigger mess)

But… I would prefer coming to work hours before dawn over an encounter with junebugs.


May 20th, 2013

A few weeks ago (April 27) I turned 21. I also just moved to Texas.

The combination of these two things requires a new license. The issue is that I need a bunch of things that I don’t have and have to keep taking so many trips to the DMV because I don’t have what I need. Boo.

I hate the DMV. But I hate junebugs more.

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