I didn’t see these until I was 10 or so, when we moved further south. They were equal parts cool and horrifying, but they made my mother uncomfortable. So she would call the kids out to mash them if she saw one. Became a regular service. We even drew up a logo for it at one point - a kind of cartoonish earwig with the no symbol around it.
As God is my witness, I didn't know earwigs could fly. (lemmy.world)