I started screaming like a little girl when, while changing my oil, I noticed one of these guys crawling on on of my hand. It wasn't even trying to flee, it was doing that slow, steady creepy crawl that they do in the movies.
Then I didn't see where it went. So it could be on me right now. Or it could be in my engine.. waiting..
Then I didn't see where it went. So it could be on me right now. Or it could be in my engine.. waiting..