It beats picking cotton and waiting to be forgotten

Ok, I was just standing in my room minding my own business when I glanced up at the mirror wall and chanced to notice a four inch centipede scooting along the floor like the wind itself. From underneath my pillow.

It's very very dead now.

Since curling up inside a protective ring of fire would probably be detrimental to the damage deposit, I'm gonna have to settle for sleeping on the ceiling. With one eye open.

I don't know what God was thinking when he made centipedes. I'm not sure He did at all. Personally, I've always held to the belief that centipedes are Satan's dust bunnies.

Thanks for being a dick, Satan.