Friday, May 14, 2010

Crawling in My Skin

This was in my room, under my most precious blanket when I got done watering the garden. . .

  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. . .

4 comments:

Jen said...

you can use more bug spray if you need to

Julie said...

Wow Marci! I am so proud of you! I would have just screamed...and screamed. And the little bugger would have attacked me! I get the heebie jeebies if I have to kill a bug.

Marci LeBaron Watson said...

I did, Jen! That was the first thing that popped in my head--Your voice. "Use the bug spray!" It didn't work though or it did, but the affects of the poison were too slow. My shoe was the next best thing.

Bukkii--I would have just screamed, but the fear of it making a home in my bed made me want to kill it even more. And, WIll was at work so I had to be the man of the house--wasn't easy. :)

cHelsEy & mOrgAN said...

EWE!!! i hate bugs...especially when morgan won't kill them for me :(