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Originally Posted by Suzy  Wanna here my centipede story? Great, I'm going to tell you anyway...
When I was about 11, I was home alone in the evening before my mom got home. I was laying on my stomach in front of the TV. Out of my peripheral vision I see this dark spot come from one side and in front of me-I look down ,and EEEK!!! I freak out, and realize it's a centipede!!!!! I get a shoe and smack it good a few times, and then get a kleenex (ok, 3!), and pick it up, then run as fast as I can to the bathroom to flush it. (Don't know why, it just makes me feel better-you never know, they MAY come back to life and crawl out of the garbage can!) Anyway so I calm down, and go back to watching TV. Then again I see something moving again, and I look down, and it's a few of the legs I missed when I picked up the body...they were still moving and twitching a few minutes later! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
The moral of the story is: IF YOU SMASH ONE OF THOSE UGLY SUCKERS, MAKE SURE YOU PICK UP ALL THE BODY PARTS!!! |
OMG that would freak me out, definitly gave me the chills! I feel the same way about garbage cans, you have to make sure they are dead (completly smushed) and flush them..make sure they are dead though so they don't swim back up through the toilet! I'm aracnophoic, and my mom would get so mad because if I saw a spider and she was sleeping, I would wake her up. So one time I tried to set my fears aside and kill one I found. Of course, you don't want it to come through the toilet paper, so I grabbed like a whole rolls worth...when I went to flush it I clogged the toilet! So in the end, my mom still had to wake up because the bathroom was flooding, so now I just make other people kill them since I'll apparently need help at some point!