So i am drifting off to sleep late last night when i hear my housemate Jasmine calling quietly for help. Good thing our walls are so thin that we call this place the paper house. I turned on my light and went looking for Jasmine- I found her in the bathroom holding my decorative shabby-chic wooden pelican against the wall- his base wedged against the window sill. " Get me a knife or a pliers or..." she started listing an arsenal of implements that come into play when dealing with oversized household pests. "Or my leatherman from right here in the shower?" I asked. "Yes!" came the relieved reply. Good thing my leatherman multipurpose tool is always in the shower. (Its there because our lever is perpetually broken and we have to turn on three different valves to start our shower water- and one of the valves' handle broke off... thus the leatherman.) Anyhow, I came to Jasmine's aid to have a look at whatever she has pinched between the pelican and the wall- a fat and nasty centipede. It took some maneuvering but we finally got him incapacitated (he is missing his head and a couple body segments in the pics, due to the aforementioned incapacitating process) and I got back to bed. And that, my friend, is why i wear slippers to the bathroom at night.
As if we hadn't had enough fun in the bathroom for a single twenty-four hour period, i found this other specimen today. Happily, he seems to have just come out in the open to die- he was expired when i came upon him. We are thinking he is the same scorpion that escaped our other housemate a couple weeks ago when in a panic she sprayed it with cleaning products. Or maybe that one is still alive in some damp corner becoming a windex mutant.
But i rather hope not.
***Note: thanks to Joan Gadbois for the leatherman- its become invaluable in the wilderness that is my house;) Who knew? Most frequent functions: hot water valve replacement handle & centipede slaying apparatus.
