It happens occasionally. There I am, happily showering, when I look down and there is a centipede, sharing my bathtub.
Today he was a big one-7″. I admit it….I screeched. Loudly. I had just finished rinsing the shampoo from my hair, and noticed the movement out of the corner of my eye.
DH, easily spooked, leaped out of bed at the sound of my hollering, and bravely (and demonstrating his love for me…) pulverized it with his slippah……then carried it (the pulverized remains…..) outside.
We can only figure they come up through the bathtub drain.
I can say my heart got a not-insignificant stress test.
Good morning. I think.
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