November 7th, 2009


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!