I have a fear of centipedes. I hate them. I don't know if it's the legs, their wiggles as they walk, or the fact that one fell on me when I was a kid and decided to crawl across my shoulder. LOL--it's funny now. But, I hate them. I mean, I can typically gather courage to plop a cup around them and take them outside, but I'm not going to cuddle up next to one.
That said, yesterday, I went to take the dog outside the back door through the "rec room" (which is just a small room that we're using as storage). I turn the lights on and see a centipede on the ceiling a couple feet away from me. I immediately freeze, and I'm just staring at it. Okay, okay, I may have let out a yelp, which caused the dog to be on alert and my wife to call down to me. So, as I'm staring at it, my wife asks me what's up. My eyes are locked onto it, and as I start to respond to her, out of nowhere it just falls from the ceiling. Just like that. One second it's on the ceiling, the next second it's raining fear, daggers, and legs.
Thanks for making me feel like I'm alive centipede.