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Not the way to wake up...
I dawdled over getting up this morning, because my body needed it.
What my body and brain did not need, though, was the 2-inch long centipede that came out of the bathroom drain when I turned on the water. Body and brain are firmly in agreement on that.
What to do with this monster thing, I'm not sure. Usually, I'm the one who gets rid of bugs in the house. This one is over my threshhold. That's 2-inches, before you add 24 legs and assorted tenticles.
I might put a collar on it and call it George.
metalana, you had one of these in your sink. How'd you get rid of it again? Edit: problem solved, see comments.
What my body and brain did not need, though, was the 2-inch long centipede that came out of the bathroom drain when I turned on the water. Body and brain are firmly in agreement on that.
What to do with this monster thing, I'm not sure. Usually, I'm the one who gets rid of bugs in the house. This one is over my threshhold. That's 2-inches, before you add 24 legs and assorted tenticles.
I might put a collar on it and call it George.
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Trusty, those Tivas. Lightweight, comfortable, great for swinging.
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Note that she doesn't *tell* me about this, so I had quite a few experiences of thinking, "What's a glass doing on the floor?" then picking it up and having some insect or other spring out and scare the crap out of me.
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...I suppose she keeps extra tins and containers reasonably handy, otherwise she'd eventually run out. And I suppose that's a good way to hide something from you, too.
Or, from her. "don't open that box, it's got a
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