So, a half hour ago, I’m sitting on my loveseat in the living room, and up from behind the ottoman against the wall crawls a very fat centipede. Blech! He’s just over an inch long, all legs and tall knees, and very fat.
I get up slowly from the loveseat — slowly so I won’t scare the thing away; ever notice how good their peripheral senses are? — to get a shoe. I choose my black boot since it has a nice big heel and enough flat tread to effectively smoosh.
I sneak up, take aim, and BAM! The heel hitting the wall sounds like a gunshot.
Now all this happened fairly quickly, so let’s set up the sequence again.
Centipede crawls out and stops. I slowly get up, pick up a boot, sneak back, and bam! When the boot falls away, I see:
IT EXPLODED!
And I laugh hysterically. So hard that I cough.
And my cat is hiding behind the dining room table because the gunshot out of nowhere must have scared his whiskers white.
And I laugh some more. Not at the cat, at the exploded centipede. I’m grossed out, but I’m still laughing.
I did find the body, by the way. It was a limp worm about 2 feet from the wall. Gross.
But really funny.
Okay, now back to your regularly scheduled day.
*snicker*