I had been feeling regretful recently about my lack of both time and material to update my blog. The time is still a problem (still two weeks left in my semester!), but I now have some (completely unwelcome) material: There. Is. A. Centipede. In. My. Home.
My building is unfortunately home to various unwelcome critters. I've written here before about the rodent problem. Laila usually keeps the mice at bay (she killed her sixth mouse a few weeks ago!). However, the flip side of having a cat take care of the rodents is that her food attracts roaches, another one of the unwelcome critters. In general--if I must live in a building with infestation problems--I'm okay with this trade off. As gross as roaches are, I prefer them to the mice.
However, a centipede is another matter entirely. Centipedes have always given me the creeps. They run really fast, and I've hear their bites are painful. They also just look awful. Years ago, in another apartment, one somehow got into my closet light fixture and died there. It was illuminated every time I turned the light on. I took it as an omen that I needed to move.
Anyway, this current centipede is on the wall in the closet that holds my washer and dryer. It's high enough up and wedged enough into the corner that it would be difficult to kill. I'm afraid of I go after it with a broom, it'll just fall down and run off someplace (or worse, somehow fall on me). At the moment it's hanging out and moving its antennae menacingly when I try to do laundry. I don't like seeing it there, but I know if it disappears, I'll worry about where else it might show up.
I'm hoping for less revolting material next time I write here. Anyone got any great tips for dealing with centipedes that somehow get inside?
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