It's 1AM here. I had been laying in bed for about 15 minuites, trying to sleep. I felt a little tickle on my arm. I brushed it off, but then felt that it was something. So I freaked out and jumped out of bed. I flipped on the light and found an inch-long centipede crawling around on my bed. I grabbed a shoe and killed the fucker.

I like to tell myself that I don't have any phobias- no irrational fears. But ever since living in Hawaii for 3 months, and having to deal with the 8-inch killer centipedes there, those fuckers freak me out! Even the little one-inch centipedes in Michigan.

So here I am, writing about it in the Centipede forum. There's a hundred up-sides to crashing in your parents basement at 19. No rent to pay, food is provided... but having to sleep with centipede's is barely worth it!!

haha, don't freak out just remember you are bigger than they are so who cares.  It is kinda nasty waking up and seeing dead squashed spiders on your bed though.