I'm currently uncontrollably crying right now. I just saw a 2 inch long (NOT exaggerating) centipede crawling up the wall in my house. Those of you who know me AT ALL, know that I have a severe irrational fear of centipedes. I can't even look at a picture in a book without flipping out.
James is sick and in bed so I had to kill it myself. It took me about 5 minutes to get my breathing under control because I sure did go into full on anxiety attack mode...you know the hyperventilating and sobbing and whatnot. And now I'm too afraid to go to bed because they're probably crawling all over my bed.
I know this probably sounds silly to most of you, but I honestly can't think of anything worse. I'd rather have a bucket of spiders and snakes poured over me than have to live in the same house as a creepy bug with a million legs. And this one....was....huge. And I bet his family is still out there just waiting to attack. I'm going to have nightmares all night, IF I ever get to sleep.
I seriously want to move out.
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