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*

On a fun note, the cat tree in the above photo is the same one my kitty has… except that my kitty takes up that top shelf all by himself.