Monday, August 02, 2010

Murder, She Wrote

According to Larry? No.  It certainly does not.

But Wikipedia tells me that "Centipedes are predators, and mainly use their antennae to seek out their prey."

Prey - as in, say, myself, sitting alone in the living room at night, unaware of the imminent danger posed by these disgustingly large, hairy creatures.  Gah.

I'm thinking Larry needs to take out additional life insurance on me.  Or, wait a second - maybe he already has...


  1. If you get eaten by a centipede, I want dibs on presenting the case to the scientific community.

  2. That is just making the hairs on the back of my neck stick straight up.

  3. This is bringing back memories of when I moved back to my parents home after living away for 3 years. I was getting ready to get married. So I moved into their basement. They never went down into their basement so they didn't realize it had been taken over by centipedes. I slept in a room that had centipedes crawling everywhere. It was horrible. I had completely blocked it out of my memory until reading these posts.

  4. Okay. Be rational. The centipede is certainly unattractive, but it is not a low-class bug. It's not like a cockroach, which often indicates filth, or a wasp -- the insect equivalent of a machete-wielding M13 gang member. True, I will feel pretty dumb if we do find you a victim of a drug-fueled centipede attack, but I really don't anticipate that happening, do you? So grab a glass of merlot and numb yourself to the sound of thunking bugs like the rest of us do.

  5. How many centipedes are we talking about? Aren't they one of those bugs that can strip the flesh off an entire body in just a few hours? I think you should go stay at a luxury motel until Larry produces a centipede corpse. Get a massage while you're at it.

  6. I read this yesterday and thought to myself, "Wow, self. We haven't seen any centipedes in these parts for quite some time."

    And then there was this morning... when, whilst crouched on the floor scraping my daughter's spilled oatmeal out of the carpet, I spotted that deft, flurry of movement that could only mean one thing.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

    The worst part is that my carpet is brown. Like, poop brown. Like, EXACTLY THE COLOR OF A CENTIPEDE brown. So, when they scurry across, it's like a little ripple, barely noticible, almost as though it isn't there.

    Except it is and I KNOW IT, but I can't seem to find it.... until every little smudge and mark in the piling seems like it might twitch some antennae at me and LUNGE.