There's a gigantic centipede living in our garbage closet that's got so many legs it almost looks furry. The presence of a bug in my living space usually would drive me straight up a wall screaming, but ever since listening to Jeremy Irons's recording of
James and the Giant Peach, I have a mild affection for centipedes. Last night when I went to throw something away, our centipede sort of circled around and peered up at me. I don't think he's overly long for this world, but for the time being, I guess he's OK.
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