I hate bugs. Most of them, that is. Butterflies I like, moths are OK, and stuff like ladybugs and pill-bugs I can tolerate. But most of ’em creep me out, big time. Like the one time a 5-inch-long spider started crawling across my bedroom. And that’s the strange thing–they always show up in my bedroom. Not the kitchen. Okay, the one time in 6 years in this apartment when I saw a cockroach (big one, too) it was in my living room. But the portal of preference is, it seems, the bedroom.

Tonight, it was a centipede. So, okay, it was a 2-and-a-half-inch centipede, small by some standards. But the thing moved fast, had all that creepy leg action, and showed up on my bed. And it was hyper, moving like it was on speed or something. Like that’s all I need, to see a big bug that loves dark crevices crawling right where my ear canal would be if I were sleeping. Sorry, but that just sends me up the wall.

At first, it seemed like it would get away. I had nothing to capture or kill it with and it was quickly running to the edge of the bed. It got on the floor before I could grab a bowl it would be trapped in, and I thought it had gotten away twice before I finally cornered it.

For those of who who either like bugs, or like being creeped out by them, there’s a picture and a movie of the thing below the fold.

Below is the movie, 320×240, 3.3 MB, .mov format (click to activate).
When you watch it, imagine that thing squirming next to you on your bed.
And this movie doesn’t even do it justice–it was moving a lot faster when it first saw me.