Even before moving here Dad always had an aversion to centipedes (those creepy, evil, little Beelzebub buggers). The centipedes of the South Pacific are like no other and I recently had my first major close encounter. Luckily they don't get as big as the ones in Fiji which can be well over a foot long, but they still get to six inches around here. I don't have any personal pictures of them since every time I see one it ends up obliterated. Based on experience, I would guess the one in the picture below was still moving somewhat frantically.
While I don't usually like using pesticides, I occasionally spray around our house to prevent the centipedes and insects that attract them because they are venomous and could be dangerous to Noah. Last weekend as I was spraying, four centipedes can flying out of a crack on our porch. Those creepy, fast demon bugs were all around my flip-flopped feet threatening a painful venomous bite. Grabbing a nearby stick, as I danced around and resisted the urge to run like a screaming girl, I commenced trying to smash them as they frantically zig-zagged all over the place. It takes way more effort than you think to kill one. Not until their bodies are completely smashed will they stop moving. Two of them were "cut" in half by my efforts and each half just kept going multiplying my problem.
The Jaskowiak Family
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