Less than a week after the vampire spider incident, I had another near death experience at the scene of the crime. As I was getting ready the other morning, a millipede crawled up from the drain in the Hubs sink. The little bugger had crawled up from somewhere and it was staring at me at 6 am. To read of my other 6 am antics, read here.
So I promptly poured a cup of water down the sink to drown him. A few minutes later, he was watching me put on my make-up. Not knowing how many lives these millipedes have (cats have like nine and apparently the Kardashians have an unending supply - kinda makes you wonder doesn't it?) anyway I dumped another cup of water down the sink. He came back moments later.
About that time, the Hubs comes in and I tell him to watch out, as clearly we have a situation brewing. He says, “yea right” and dumps a third glass of water on Theodore. Anything that comes back from the dead that many times needs a name, right? The Hubs doesn’t have much respect for undead bugs. **sigh** I'm working on it people.
So we don’t see Theodore for a quite a while and I assume that means he was just really good at holding his breath. We continue to get ready and a good fifteen minutes later, he reappears. And he looks ticked. I mean, we have tried to kill him three times that would anger anyone. His little antenna was flicking in a very threatening manner. Also, I swore I heard him complain about Laurie from the Walking Dead being a whiner. Which is kinda true.
Here's my artistic rendition: Also as a side note, finding a picture of a millipede kinda grossed me out. Those things are freaky. Even before being all dead and bitey!
Then it dawns on me. Clearly he’s a zombie. It’s so obvious. And once again, I had to save humanity and cut his head off. I’m like the Van Helsing of modern times – with better hair. I totally should get paid for this stuff.
I also came to another conclusion. My house is some sort of vortex for undead bugs. I suppose that means that I should sharpen the swords, polish the leather boots and make me some wooden daggers. All I’m saying, is this better not cut into my Hunger Games reading time. You know, those games would have been really crazy if there were some undead bug roaming around. Just sayin’.