Shortly after Jeff left for work yesterday one of my biggest island fears dropped into my laundry basket and scared the bejeezus out of me.
It was a centipede.
It was only about 3 inches long, but don't let that fool you. That sucker was scary. Although they rarely cause long term damage, the centipede's bite will deliver some serious pain that lasts, so I've heard, about 12 hours.
I was not having that. I tied the dog up outside and got my gear ready.
After a lot of scurrying on its part and possibly some high pitched screaming on mine, I conquered the centipede! I chopped that sucker into three pieces and when they kept crawling, I put them in rum (I've heard rum kills them. Come on, this is the Caribbean, we use rum for everything.).
I've felt all creepy crawley ever since.
1 comment:
I like your machete approach. Remind me to do that to the next creepy crawlie that lands on me at work! Working at a kennel totally has its downsides.
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