Title of the Piece: Centipedes

Painted at 12:39 p.m. on 2008-04-09

Another tidbit about me-- I hate centipedes. Hate as in terrified. They're so fast and their legs want to look like fur, but clearly aren't.

Another thing-- I let most bugs live in my house. Centipedes, ants, roaches are the exception. I've only had roaches thanks to living in a high-rise (no matter how clean you are, they're there), ants love my cat's food, but I've found that vinegar keeps them away nicely and centipedes, see paragraph one.

I've been trying really, really hard to be OK with centipedes because I do feel bad killing them. They're not going to hurt me. They just want to get away so they don't get killed. The other morning, I saw one in my bathroom. He was pretty small and not running too fast. Since I was on my way out, I left him. When I arrived home after work, I checked my bathroom and decided he was gone since aside from towels, there's really no place for him to hide. Oh I was wrong- the little guy was in my dirty laundry! Again, he wasn't moving fast, so I actually dropped him to the floor so he could get away. Welp, wouldn't ya know it, I go to switch my laundry and who's on the wall? Yeah, him.

Then an idea hit-- if I grab a small paper bag, I bet I can guide him into it and set him free! And that's what I did... but not before he fell out of the bag, my cat got her way with him, he ran up another wall and then finally, he was in the bag, again. I shook him down so I could make it outside this time. I think I got him onto the porch, but just in case I left the bag and put just a small corner under a pot so if he's in there A) he better not have been in that corner and B) he could make it out alive.

This was a HUGE step for me, ya'll. I still shudder a little thinking about those things.

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