Centipedes…it had to be centipedes…

My battle against the house centipedes continues ever onward. Tonight I managed to defeat two more and wound another. The wounded one escaped into the laundry bin area, and I’m sure it’s waiting for the next time I do my laundry to strike. I need to remember this so I have an actual reason to put off washing my clothes. And for those of you who don’t know, these are the enemy:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/5d/House_centipede.jpg

Some of you may think that I’m a cruel man. Why can’t I let them be? What about the fact that house centipedes hunt other bad bugs like spiders (which I also hate)? Well I figure you can’t start making exceptions about which is a good bug and which is a bad bug or else I’d be some manner of bug bigot. And I’m no bug bigot.

One time I noticed a spider crawling on my door, and I smashed it with the nearest book I could find. After finishing the job, I realized I had crushed it with collected works of Gandhi. I was crushed by the irony.