My least favorite thing about this time of year is the migration of every house centipede in Chicago into my home. I'm pretty sure there was one under my pillow last week. It was either that or a piece of straw that I crunched with my hand as I was drifting off to sleep.
According to my prelimary calculations, if house centipedes were the size of a human, they would be able to run 85 miles per hour. Terrifying.
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Nope, only half must be migrating into your house because the other half are migrating into mine...yuck.
These are what I call "monsters". I had the luxury of running into one of these in my basement at my old apartment and I screamed bloody murder. My neighbor came running down and asked if everything was ok. I, of course, responded that everything was fine I had just seen a monster . . . ;)
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