traumatized--by the devil's spawn
something just caught my eye and i looked over to see a LARGE centipede (about the length of my size 11 shoes, with legs that stretched at least as wide as a flip flop...) walking around near my oven. by the time i'd grabbed a shoe, he was moving faster and heading toward the doorway that leads to my landlady's washroom, to which i don't have access (and it was already past 10:30pm).
i placed a shoe on it and stepped onto the shoe numerous times w/my approx. 160 pounds. at first it seemed unhurt and kept moving around.
i then placed a second sandal on top of the first shoe and pressed on that. after a minute i removed the shoes and the clever little monster scrambled under the the locked door to the adjacent washroom. frustrated, i killed a daddy long-legs that happened to scamper by the scene. then i noted the spots of centipede fluid on the bottom of the first shoe weapon that served my assault so well.
i started to write this post.
another minute later, i turned and saw him running across the floor from under the door, presumably to come get me. i grabbed a shoe again and started thwacking wildly w/most of my might, the way someone tries to hit those thingees w/fake hammers at fairs that allegedly test one's strength.
it's now trapped underneath a shoe and 6 thick-ish books. it may or may not be dead.
i'm 'shaking in my booties.'
i placed a shoe on it and stepped onto the shoe numerous times w/my approx. 160 pounds. at first it seemed unhurt and kept moving around.
i then placed a second sandal on top of the first shoe and pressed on that. after a minute i removed the shoes and the clever little monster scrambled under the the locked door to the adjacent washroom. frustrated, i killed a daddy long-legs that happened to scamper by the scene. then i noted the spots of centipede fluid on the bottom of the first shoe weapon that served my assault so well.
i started to write this post.
another minute later, i turned and saw him running across the floor from under the door, presumably to come get me. i grabbed a shoe again and started thwacking wildly w/most of my might, the way someone tries to hit those thingees w/fake hammers at fairs that allegedly test one's strength.
it's now trapped underneath a shoe and 6 thick-ish books. it may or may not be dead.
i'm 'shaking in my booties.'