A Brief Encounter with Our Temporary Houseguest
It's 2am and normally, I should be asleep by now (or perhaps reading in bed, or at the very least, getting ready for bed). Tonight, instead, I'm here, typing this post with my trembling hands. Technically speaking, this post does not, and should not belong to my food odyssey blog. However, I'm so overwhelmed that I simply have to write it down and share it with my friends. What makes this post remotely qualified as related to my 'food odyssey' is that our temporary houseguest turned my legs into jello (<-- food reference there).
Yes, jello is the only food reference in this post. I have to make this clear because I don't want you to have any misguided ideas about my culinary progressiveness. Especially because what I'm writing about -- our temporary houseguest -- is.... is... is a CENTIPEDE.
*shivers*
Yes! Don't you shiver at the very sight of it?!
No??? Here s another image of it:
Still no?!??
Why don't you click on the image to enlarge it?!
Oh you can't?!
But look, look at them legs!!
It's worse when you encounter the centipede while you are in the most vulnerable situation! Imagine this: You just stepped out of the shower, drying yourself before putting the bathrobe on. The corner of your myopic eye spotted a greyish blob on the ceiling. You thought to yourself, 'It probably is a moth. No big deal.' One second later after you put your glasses on, you saw that the blob is, in fact, not a blob at all, and it's also not greyish, but reddish brown, with fuzzy long legs. And it's right above the bathroom door, meaning that you would have to walk underneath it if you want escape. Moreover, one of your roommates is gone and the other is fast asleep. So you're all on your own. How would you feel, huh?
Well, million thoughts shot through my mind within a few milliseconds.
I considered different possibilities.
Finally, trying not to alert the centipede, I tip-toed out of the bathroom, and went downstairs to get the vacuum cleaner. I slowly and quietly placed the vacuum cleaner on the bathroom floor. I tried turning on the cleaner and see if the centipede would hear it and run away. Ha, it didn't. So I placed the hose closer and closer to the centip- peeeeeeeeuuufff it was sucked into the cleaner.
Mission accomplished.
I turned off the vacuum cleaner and that's when my legs started to turn into jello.
Because I was worried that the fast-running centipede was still in the tube and would crawl back out. And the power cord simply wouldn't work with me: It didn't want to get back in its place. So clumsily, I hurried downstairs to put the vacuum cleaner back (with its power cord hanging out) before the centipede could crawl out from the bag in the cleaner, through the hose, to my arm...
Walking back up the stairs, I couldn't feel my legs anymore. My hands were unsteady.
Even though I'd like to believe that I trembled at the cruel deed I executed (which makes me more compassionate, perhaps?), the truth is that the centipede really scared the hell out of me.
I'm really proud of myself for getting rid of it!
And I hope it doesn't come back to haunt me in my dreams tonight...