Just Because You're Paranoid Doesn't Mean They're Not Out To Get You

[the_other_sandy]

Anybody who knows me knows just how very much I hate bugs. For the last year or so, I've had three house centipedes patrolling my apartment. I think they're hideous, but they eat spiders, so I put up with the house centipedes because I hate spiders more. About once a month, I find a house centipede on my bedroom ceiling and feel compelled to sleep on the couch. I feel really stupid, but I have this fear that one of them will trip over one of its entirely too many legs and land on my face at 3:00 a.m. It turns out that my paranoia was not misplaced.

Yesterday, I was in the bathroom doing what one commonly does in the bathroom, when a house centipede I didn't even know was there fell off the ceiling right in front of my face and landed between my feet, where it proceeded to run around in many directions at a high rate of speed in its panic. I let out a shriek that I'm surprised didn't have the neighbors calling the police. Brave soul that I am, I spent the rest of the day terrified to go to the bathroom for fear that it would start raining house centipedes again. ::blushes::

I will never second guess myself about spending the night on the couch again.

Comments

[wraithfodder.livejournal.com]

Nope, never had the pleasure of vacuuming up dismembered crickets, probably because if I find 'em alive, I put them outside or back in the basement, or the cat ate 'em ;)

[the-other-sandy.livejournal.com]

One of our cats would go out into the utility room that connected to the garage and click like a cricket to lure them in. Then she'd carry them into the living room and play with them until they fell apart. Getting cricket legs out of an oriental rug is not a job for the faint of heart (or phobic of bugs).