I'm so OVER centipedes.

Tonight, I walked into the kitchen and there was ANOTHER centipede on the floor. This time about a 4.5 incher.

I stepped back, quickly.

Yelled to my nephew.

He came in, with a shoe, and proceeded to beat the crap out of it. He is my hero. (I told him that I'd campaign that he be un-grounded for his report card since he killed the bug for me. He said, "Seriously? Thanks, Aunt K.")

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Friends, I'm <----------> this close to moving back to Ohio. These bugs are ridic.