The night after we completed the basement laminate install Bill picked me up for dinner and I dragged him down to look at the finished product. We were oohing and ahhing over the floor until I started screaming because there was a CENTIPEDE on the fireplace.
Have you ever seen one in real life? They are disgusting and they move FAST. Bill rolled his eyes and killed it for me. [Someone later asked me if we took it outside and I was like, "Why would I let something from the 7th level of hell live? Huh?"]
Afterward I had a tender moment because Bill's been rescuing me from bugs for eight years! Thank the heavens for him! The funny thing is that, in the last nine months, I have been in just about every crevice in my house with the exception of the crawl spaces. I was actually at the point where I was feeling like maybe I was brave enough to don one of those white suits and go in there. But now? Now that I know there are centipedes? Nuh uh. No way.
Should the spiders of the world decide to work on their PR, I think a good slogan would be: "Spiders: we're not centipedes!" I like them better already.