Argh.
Cnetoped… Ctopde… Cnetiped… C-C-C-C-C-Centipede.
In... my... B*E*D.
I crushed it with the novel I was reading, as it was the only weapon I had at my disposal.
Argh.
Awful.
Now every itch and breeze on my body feels like a million legs on the march.
Argh.
I can’t even bear to find a pic for this post, as looking through snap shots of these monsters would shatter me.
*shudder*
Ontario is a hellhole of demonic insects and malicious vermin, and I can't understand why anyone ever decided to settle this godless land in the first place.
Argh!
Need. Seditive. NOW.
3 comments:
GACK! That happened to me once in Hamilton, only it was a spider. I slept on the couch for two nights.
Was it one of those house centipedes?
Oh god, I just KNOW it was a house centipede. And now I'M itching and crawling too!
I think it was a house centipede, for it was large and orangey... However, it seemed to have less legs or something, and maybe wasn't as intelligent... I must confess that I did not stop to take names.
Horrid.
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