another one bites the dust...

...it's kind of sad when the most exciting shit that happens to me involves the battles I have with various insects in my house. JOY.
This time it was a centipede, squirming about rapidly in the bathroom. I tried the "SMASH WITH SEARS CHRISTMAS CATALOGUE TECHNIQUE" but unfortunately that attack kind of loses its potency when your targert is nicely protected by a goddamn CARPET.
On the bright side, it stopped moving (possibly from overwhelming terror) when the book was left on top of it. I contemplated just leaving it like that, sort of like an unwelcome "SURPRISE" for whichever one of my unlucky roomies ends up curiously lifting the book off the floor.
But of course, I wasn't comfortable leaving business unfinished like that. I came back to it about half an hour later brandishing a grape juice bottle, and flipped the book over to find a frantic squirming centipede (that had somehow managed to get itself stuck to the bottom of the book). With a loud SMACK, I smashed the bottle down on the bug once and it immediately stopped moving so I tossed it in the garbage and moved on.
Well sort of, I guess. I kinda feel like a cold killer now. Which is weird. Oh well.

But seriously, a friggin CENTIPEDE? I'm dealing with CENTIPEDES now?! Come on! What's next?! A wasp?! (Pleaaase no ><)

God my life is boring.