There is something about our home that draws centipedes. I think it might have something to do with the semi-rural property edging our sleepy subdivision.
These creatures are not small. They are only marginally shy. One spring the creepy crawlers were everywhere.
I once saw a cheeky monster headed right toward me where I lay across my bed writing in a journal - in broad daylight. Another got into an open DVD case. When I picked it up to put the disk away, the centipede went right down the neck of my blouse.
So the other day should have been no big deal. But I saw it during my morning ablutions. Feeling vulnerable, I called to my partner, who proceeded to not even see the monstrosity hiding in the lower corner of the glass shower stall.
“How is it that I see these things everywhere and you never spot them at all?”
“You have cent-ar.”
I stared blankly. Don't judge. It was early.
“Get it? Radar? Cent-ar? Centaur!”
Yeah. We are geeks. And as previously mentioned, we laugh a lot in this house.