I just killed one of those wild ass millipedes. The ones with the thousands of super long legs. The thousands of super long legs that are attached to a body that's also like 2 inches long. I'm feeling pretty awesome about myself right now. Like millipedes everywhere will think twice before crossing my path, and they'll speak my name in hushed, reverent tones that are tinged with fear, as I am Death walking for their crappy little arthropod lives.
I'm sure that this feeling is shortlived, however, as inevitably when next I see one, I will [again] shriek and [again] throw my shoe at it.
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As I once told an American student in Cuba whilst she was shrieking about a large bug, "That's what shoes are for!". Glad that you are using yours to good effect!
ReplyDeleteWell like hell am I smacking it with a book! A shoe is basically a guarantee kill!
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