Life in suburbia is nice. Nice and quiet. No jet noise, no crazy kids vandalizing my yard, no sound of sirens at all hours of the day and night. Yep, I could get used to this.
One of the things that my friend took care of before she left her house in my care was a call to the exterminator. She was concerned about some ants and since I hate anything with more arms and legs than me - I was totally down with the exterminator dude.
Knowing that, I was surprised to find this little beauty calmly wandering across the living room floor.
I was stunned and a little scared. First of all, I don't know a damn thing about centipedes except that they are fugly and freaky. After looking them up on the web I found that they are a relatively common kind of pest - and that they can bite! Their venom can be very serious for children, the elderly and anyone with a venom allergy. So, it's fugly, freaky and DEADLY!
AND IT'S IN THE HOUSE!!!
I will be sleeping with a can of bug spray and a baseball bat. Muffin, you're on your own darling. It's every bug-a-phobe for themselves. (just kidding! - you can have your own can of bug spray) Ok, maybe suburbia isn't quite the paradise I initially thought.