I found a centipede in my shower yesterday morning. I couldn't believe it. At first I didn't know what it was. I just saw this brownish/black thing against the stark white floor of my shower. Was it a clump of hair? Was it a pile of lint? I had no idea. But as I got closer, I could see the legs, I could see the segmented body. It was a fucking centipede.
I grabbed the squeegee and lift it up and out of the shower. It was small, maybe an inch an half long, not one of the long monsters that would frequently invade my apartment in Samoa (and once bit me). But it's the little ones you have to watch out for. They are quiet and their bites, so I hear, hurt a hell of lot more than the larger ones.
I thought I left the damn centipedes behind in the islands, but I guess not. Hopefully that's the first and last centipede to invade my Oakland oasis.
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