I nearly made it through the entire summer without having to combat pretty much the only slightly dangerous MONSTER we have over here - THE CENTIPEDE!!! (And only slightly dangerous in that if one bites you you just have to go to the hospital and they'll make you better - so nothing fatal!) It was NOT fun.
Now, it may seem small, but don't let that fool you. And if you're of the opinion we shouldn't kill bugs, please don't read the rest of this post... I'm sorry. I did consider getting a glass and some cardboard - like I said in my sermon on fear a while back, I like to think I'm always brave and I could do that - BUT THEN IT MOVED!!! It wriggled and flexed these weird sticky out things on it's head and tail... and UURRRGGGHHH!
So, as I'd been taught by Claire, when handling bugs the first thing to do it get your shoes on - you don't want it to be able to run over your foot or on to you! So I went out and got my full-on work boots on. Safety first! ;-D And I got this pair of big plastic tweezers; I'm not a fan of just squashing things, because in past experience they've always walked away from that, and it could get stuck to my shoe, or make a mess, or just... I don't know. But my brilliant plan was to pick it up with the tweezers and either take it outside or flush it (though with the toilet right next to me and the fact that it was going to wriggle and I was going to freak out, we all know where the poor thing would've ended up.). As it happened, my freaking out at it's movement meant I just couldn't keep it in the tweezers and it fell and ran under the top layer of that bathroom mat. I so wanted to just leave it - out of sight out of mind. But bugs never are; out of sight, in mind - 'where is it? is it in my bed? is it on my head? WHERE IS IT?' So I tentatively lifted the mat, saw it, dropped the mat. Refocused. Worked out where it was, and stood on it. With all my might - aiming for one quick blow and no pain. I lifted the mat again. It was STILL wriggling. I dropped it, refocused, squashed it. I lifted the mat. STILL MOVING! Drop, refocus, squash, refocus, squash, refocus, SQUASH. I lifted the mat. It wasn't moving. I un-stuck it from the mat with my tweezers and flushed it down the toilet. And I am a murderer. Again.
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AuthorI'm a recent Cambridge Theology graduate now studying for a Masters in Biblical Studies and blogging about all sorts of things! I'm interested in faith, Church, theology, social action, the great outdoors and being creative, and all of those things - along with many more - come through in my posts!
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