So allegedly, I’ve been a blog slacker lately. Truth is, I feel like I haven’t had anything to blahg about, so instead of boring you with nothing that has been going on in my life, I decided to bore you with not telling you anything at all. Sorry. Kind of. Wil informed me today at lunch (we went to this place called Mink’s. Y’all. It was SO good. It’s kind of hidden on College Hill—but my wrap was on point, and the girl gave us free peanut-butter-chocolate-cheesecake (one of my readers would have been in heaven). Plus, if you go with Wil, he’ll treat you.) that it has been 9 days since my last post. Ridiculous that he knew the exact number.
Anyway, I’m forcing an entry out of this. But we have an issue at our house right now. We always have issues at our house, for the record. Currently, it’s a centipede infestation. It’s disgusting. Things I’ve learned about centipedes within the last week:
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1. They don’t die.
2. When you force them to die (aka crush them with roommate’s shoes lying around), they CRUNCH.
3. They look like worms.
4. The root “centi” means 100, but Chase claims they have 1,000 legs. 500 on each side? They’re an inch long, Chase. No.
5. One roommate gags when she sees them. The other roommate sprays 5 lbs of spider spray on them. I just go upstairs.
6. Adam says they’re asexual. We tried to get them to mate on a notecard. Sickos, I know.
We’ve probably seen about 600 in the past 10 days, and I’m not exaggerating. We’re experts on them thanks to Google and me studying their anatomy. If you have any questions, or want a new pet, let us know. We can help with either. As for the rest of you, are you having the same problem we are? Is it centipede season? We’d like to know. Thanks and centiPEACE OUT until next time.
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