My encounter with the House Centipede

I feel like with this title I need music going "Bum, bum, bum"  

While everyone else is going to be talking about love, sweet things and Valentine's day, I'm going to talk about creepy-crawly things. 

I was getting ready for bed last night and was looking for something in my bathroom closet.  I saw something scuttle over a towel out of the corner of my eye.  I noticed that it had lots of legs.  .  . way too many legs.  

This is not my first encounter with a house centipede.  My first encounter happened one time when my mom was up visiting from Florida one October.  It might have been our first October in this house.  Because, I have since discovered that these creepy crawlers come into the house in the Spring and Fall.  My mom and I saw something scuttle very quickly across the floor along the edge of a wall.  We probably both jumped out of our skin.

Now, you might think that since I'm originally from Florida, bugs wouldn't bother me that much.  Let's just say they grow 'em huge down there!  And they're everywhere.  There are spiders as big as my hands.  Shoot!  There are spiders as big as my husband's hands!  But, I digress.  I really thought when I moved to Ohio there would be an exchange of annoying things.  I would have to deal with snow, therefore I would NOT have to deal with all things creepy crawly.  

Apparently I was wrong. That first time my mom and I saw that little sucker fly across the floor, I grabbed my vacuum cleaner as quick as I could.  I believe I managed to suck him up pretty quickly.  Luckily for me he was on carpet and probably couldn't move as quickly as he could have if he would have been on a hard floor.  Being a little freaked out by the creepy little thing, I was worried that he might have survived being sucked up into the vacuum cleaner and actually find a way out by crawling through some kind of secret passage in the vacuum cleaner and return to my house to freak me out some more.  (I don't think he ever did)

But, his brothers and sisters have been around.  One time in the Spring, I walked into the laundry room and saw something like a black streak moving quickly.  I went to get my vacuum cleaner again, but he crawled down into the heater vent before I could get it.  Those suckers are fast.  I guess it pays to have a hundred legs.   Then, Logan said there was one in his bed before.  I can't be sure of that story.  I wasn't there.  But, I'm really sure I wouldn't want to sleep with a centipede.

Well. . . . back to last night.  Last night, when I saw it out of the corner of my eye, I saw that it was one of those quick little suckers.  It was in my soap box.  Remember the one I just organized when I organized my bathroom closet?

  He was under a hand towel that was lying on top of the soaps.  

I brought my fist down where I thought he was to try to smash him, but he somehow got away.  By now, I'm a little freaked out because I can imagine him crawling into one of my towels.  Then, when I go to grab said towel one day when I'm getting ready for a shower, he'll jump out at me and scare me have to death and give me the heeby-jeebies.  So, I closed the door and decided I'd deal with it when it happened.

But, then, I decided to go after him.  I thought, what can I use?  I don't want to poison my kids.  I grabbed my aerosol hairspray (which is probably poisoning everyone anyway) and sprayed everywhere between the soaps and body washes that I could.  I took the chance of my hubby being made at me for sticky soap boxes and body wash bottles.  I figured if anything, maybe the centipede would get sticky, not be able to move and would starve to death.  (I'm sorry. . . I'm not Buddhist, if there's something creepy in my house, I'm going to kill it)  I finally saw where it was, picked up a body wash bottle and banged it down, hoping to smash him.  Legs were everywhere.  I hope he didn't make it.  Otherwise, I might have a sticky little 70-legged bug coming after me.  And then I'll be haunted by the smell of that hairspray forevermore.

UPDATE:  OMG!  I just checked, and he's not there!  I'm scared now.  All that's left are a few legs and body wash bottles that are stuck to the bottom of the bin.  I hope I have a towel available somewhere else!

Do you have any funny stories about your run-ins with creepy-crawlies?

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