I stupidly left my screenless window open today while I was out of my room, and now there are a billion and one bugs in my room. Which, except for the mosquitoes, would normally be fine. I’m not a squeamish girl; I work in a lab where my entire job is breeding caterpillars and mounting wasp specimens. I was probably the asshole who sent you links to goatse and tubgirl.
But just TRY, and I fucking DARE YOU TO TRY, to not be intimidated by this monster of a bug I found on my windowsill.
He’s a house centipede, and with those legs, he’s about the size of my middle finger. And, as a centipede, he’s an insectivore. Which means he’s venomous. Great.
I’ve named him Hurley. I figured he might as well stick around, as maybe he’ll help me get rid of the other 329840328 uninvited guests that let themselves into my room tonight. But, christ, I hope I don’t wake up in the middle of the night with him on my face.