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Christina just had to use her pepper spray.
There was some sort of -ipede in our room. After several tense moments of trying to decide what to kill it with, I remembered the story of 'Stina killing a spider with her pepper spray. So, I got her to spray the -ipede, and the little bastard twitched, skittered a few inches away, and fell down behind my bed. D: We looked and looked, but to no avail. I cleaned up the pepper spray splatter on the wall, and as I dropped the Clorox wipe in the trash, what do I see skittering haltingly along the floor? That's right, that little bastard -ipede. And then 'Stina smushed him with a shoe. And I used a recent missive from the idiot RA to scoot his little bastardy bug carcass into the trash can properly.
Yuck. D:
There was some sort of -ipede in our room. After several tense moments of trying to decide what to kill it with, I remembered the story of 'Stina killing a spider with her pepper spray. So, I got her to spray the -ipede, and the little bastard twitched, skittered a few inches away, and fell down behind my bed. D: We looked and looked, but to no avail. I cleaned up the pepper spray splatter on the wall, and as I dropped the Clorox wipe in the trash, what do I see skittering haltingly along the floor? That's right, that little bastard -ipede. And then 'Stina smushed him with a shoe. And I used a recent missive from the idiot RA to scoot his little bastardy bug carcass into the trash can properly.
Yuck. D: