Sneaky, he decided to come home with me, without my permission!
If I had known there was such a thing as a garden centipede, I probably would NEVER have taken up gardening. I don't think he's the kind of pal you want to garden with. I hear, their bite is pretty gruesome. And, I killed him.
I don't scream very often, unless someone is chasing me or tickling me. This was like no other scream. It was shrill and just plain awful. I took the oldest shoe I had and I was a mad woman as I crushed every inch of this insect. Man. I had to blog about this because I'm still on edge and needed to release my angst.
I feel better now.
Evil centipede. Evil. . .