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]

Wow, that centipede picture is cool! However, I share your dislike of bugs on the face. I had a daddy-long-legs go across my face once. Shudder.

Of course, you could get a cat. That would take of the bugs ;)