That's right, those creepy, crawly spawns of Satan are back.
The house centipedes are back for the season and my roommate spotted the first one tonight. She killed it with her Super Powers (a.k.a. a can of Raid), but that means there are more to come. I'm a prisoner in my own home. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't do anything knowing those fuckers are crawling around in my apartment. Ugh. I shudder at the thought. Nothing, I mean, NOTHING should have that many legs. Ever. Ever. Ever! End of story.