As I was walking down the hall to bed, I ran into this little guy on the wall. It was not exactly a pleasant experience. I stood on the toilet laughing while I listened to Adam shriek like a little girl as he chased it around the apartment trying to kill it as it scurried away. Since our marriage, I've discovered that he's surprisingly wussy when it comes to bugs.
After a little internet research, we found out that it's called a house centipede. From Wikipedia, "The house centipede is one to two inches long and has an average of 26 pairs of very long, delicate legs and a rigid body, which enables it to run with surprising speed – up to 16 inches per second– up walls and along ceilings and floors." Ewww!!!
We both have those creepy-crawly goose bumps all over where we feel like there are bugs crawling all over us. The knowledge that where there's one, there are others, makes me extremely uncomfortable. What if they're in my bed? What if they're in my cereal and my shower? What if one crawls on me when I least expect it? I am seriously grossed out and terrified right now!




