Sequence of events

First, there was the killing of the first centipede of spring. A little baby one, but you know what that means.

Then, there was the requisite posting on social media about said killing.

Enter teasing on social media about murdering one of God's creatures.

Then, this morning, enter an altogether waaaaaaaaay too vivid nightmare about centipedes taking over my apartment and the bug guy being too freaked to do anything about it.


I am not thrilled about centipede season.