Well, today’s post will be short and sweet ’cause I really don’t want to focus on the topic. Gross!
So I pulled my half-eaten nanasi (pineapple) out of the fridge this morning and plopped it onto the counter. Off the end fell this very unwelcome interloper:
Yeah, that’s a centipede. One of this size could cause much pain for several days if it had bitten me.
And you understand that this venomous beast has been hanging out on my fruit since I lugged it home from the market a few days ago? And it has resided there for the last few days when we cut into it for meals?
{INSERT BIG SHUDDER HERE. Gah!!!}
After screaming loudly enough to alert all of Arusha, I quickly dispatched my multi-legged friend into a place I’m sure he won’t return from.
I guess it wasn’t enough that I have to worry about poisonous snakes and scorpions…
In honor of my uninvited guest, I have written an elaborate poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
I flushed that nasty centipede
Straight down the loo.
Go back to whatever it was you were doing, and enjoy your day!
And happy Memorial Day. Remembering our fallen veterans and loved ones. ❤️❤️??
-Badger out.
Life, without d……..
Well, I don’t do doughnuts. I need about 3 shots of vodka, so I don’t a clock a trumpet player.
I remember when I was a kid in Mexico; I had climbed a tree that was excellent for climbing, and as I was hanging out in the canopy, I saw this giant centipede crawl on a branch across from me and I never again went up that tree. There was something almost devilish about it- the way it moved its legs.
Ha, I wouldn’t climb that tree again, either! Gah!!! Now every time I pick up a pineapple, I look carefully for extra “cargo.” ?