I used to love finding rollie pollies as a kid, but now, not so much. Every. Single. Day. I wake up to find more dead rollie pollies in my apartment. I once said that my house must be built on an ancient rollie pollie burial ground, because they all come here to die. Everyday I feel the crunch of their shells when I step on them. So gross. I can’t even explain to you how much they gross me out now.
This is a picture I took after sweeping up 10 days worth of rollie pollies.
I can’t keep up with them. There’s just too many. I can’t imagine there’s still a significant rollie pollie population in the wild when I throw away piles of them every week.
I really need to find a husband so he can deal with this mess.