How is a mom to handle this when dad is out of town? Probably the same way she'd handle it when dad was IN town - since being the CEO of Bug Killing makes him roll his eyes. First? You panic. Because even though it was maybe only an inch long, it's still a centipede. And GROSS!
Then? You grab THIS...
The good thing about having my formative "hair" years in the 80's is that you can still to this day find a can of extra strength hair spray in my bathroom. ALWAYS. This is non-negotiable. And, as it turns out, quite handy.
Then you grab the water glass that is always in my room (and there is always a water glass in my room. Sometimes several. I'm a big forgetter when it comes to taking them back downstairs), and empty the stale water in to the sink. You SPRAY THE HECK out of that stupid centipede... and they're kind of fragile looking so I thought the hair spray would act more quickly... but that thing ran all the way around the back of the sink before starting to stiffen up. I may have been screaming "Die! Die!", but there were no witnesses to confirm.
Then? You cover the hairspray engulfed creature with the glass and leave it to die a slow or quick death. I'm not sure if the Big Sexy Hair fumes affected him the way they seem to affect my dog. Which is to say she makes a huge production of leaving the bathroom when I spray my hair, like I've done something to personally offend her. Whatever. You leave it to die.
I'm guessing this thing should probably stay there in his "death curl" for at least two days before I dare to raise the glass and quickly smash him with a wad of Kleenex - because what if it's NOT dead? Do you KNOW how hard it is to get dried super fabulous hold hair spray off of the counter tops? Better safe than sorry.
So, in the end I think we've all learned a lesson.
And you might want to apologize to me now for making fun of my hairspray addiction.
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