| RØB Severson ( @ 2009-11-07 02:49:00 |
| Current location: | PPHQ Master Workstation |
| Current mood: | Centipedely |
| Current music: | Run-D.M.C. - "You're Blind" |
| Entry tags: | bugs, centipede |
Centi- / Milli-
I just felt a trickling, a tickling, on my arm. The kind of trickling that is unmistakeable for something on you. Something that isn't you, something that isn't connected to you. Not the loose sleeve of your shirt, having fallen a strange way...not the phantom caress of a mysteriously absent source. The sense that, without question, something is CRAWLING ON YOU!
I thought maybe it was some kind of fly or mosquito or something, but upon looking down I saw something more like this:
Shook that bugger off onto the floor. Shoe poised above and ready to drop...but instead let him go on his merry way. I bet that feller is responsible for killing countless spiders, termites, cockroaches, crickets, silverfish, and whatever else in my house (insert "and/or" between any two of the aforementioned bugs)! Get to work pally, no reason to be a-climbin' on my arm!
Now he is kinda taking a tour of my room. PET CENTIPEDE!