More fun with spring, i guess.
I haven't had a centipede in the partial basement level of the house where i live in a couple months- a welcome change. And possibly a record. Until tonight.
I was on the phone this afternoon and a tiny baby pede raced nearby my feet. I caught up with him and got him with my slipper. Squish.
(When they are small, they are easier to kill- as adults they cannot be killed with a slipper. But small centipedes have a bite that hurts as bad or worse that adult bites. )
Shortly later i was on the couch and another ran by on the floor- same size. Squish.
Then minutes after, another ran on the table by my laptop (oh no you didn't...!). Squish.
Then as i was getting up, i felt suddenly inclined to look in my flip flop (slipper) before putting it on ... and I literally thanked God aloud- another teensy tinesy baby pede was lying flat against the part that arches down between your toes! That would have been ridiculously painful.Squish.
I told my housemate upstairs that i was afraid some centipedes had hatched recently, and reminded her to keep a sharp eye out.
Then I thought "Really? Four baby centipedes tonight- after all this time? Apparently there has been a hatching. I am going to write on my blog about this. Its been awhile since my readers have had a taste of the tropics. Too bad i didn't get a picture of one. I only have old photos of full grown ones."
And as i was writing the beginning of this post and thinking those thoughts- bang...off one goes across my bedroom floor like a missile. I grabbed my slipper (obviously the hawaiian resident's ever present self defense weapon) and pinned him down, stuck him with duct tape...and got a mug shot of the little sneak. Then... Squish.
During the photo process i stomped on another in my room. Squish.
While i was uploading the photograph yet another tiny pede ventured across my floor. Squish.
And then one crossed my path when i went out to use the bathroom. Squish.
Needless to say, I'm not stoked on this invading hoard.
Little centipedes become big centipedes.
And regardless, little centipedes hurt. (i was bit in my bed a couple years ago- it was really painful.)
So i am praying that God continues to open my eyes to seeing the pests- and warns me of them, like when there was one in my slipper.
Oh. Hang on. By the mirror. Squish.
So that makes nine. Awesome.
So as I was saying... I am going to go to bed in peace (Psalm 4: 8) regardless of what roams my floor.
And i pray God smites my small enemies.
They grow from bad ...
...to worse.
Even thought the small ones bite just as badly and are stealthier, i prefer them to the disturbingly large adults (as pictured above with a pliers) which are both unnerving and difficult to wrangle and kill.
