If someone held me hostage and said, “Tell us the code to the safe or we’ll put you in a room with thousand-leggers.” I’d immediately crack under the pressure and tell them anything they wanted to know. [Not that I know any safe codes, it’s just the idea.]
The point is that I loathe thousand-leggers. I think they are scientifically known as millipedes, but some places I found them called centipedes. This article calls centipedes hundred-leggers. I really don’t know what they are because there’s no way I’m going to stop and count their legs! They are U-G-L-Y, that’s what.
While I was growing up my Mom kept the canned goods on shelves in what we called the sump pump room. It had a…you guessed it, a sump pump in the corner. For me as a little girl that black hole in the corner of the room was scarey enough, but even worse was that there were usually thousand-leggers in that room. Ugh!
I loved to help put cans on the shelves or find a can of something for Mom, but I hated seeing thousand-leggers scurry under the chest freezer when I turned the light on. As much as I loved to admire the rows of canned peaches, applesauce, and jelly I didn’t linger for fear one would come back out.
One time when my parents went on a trip my sister and I were checking on the house and the cat. I saw an inch and a half long thousand-legger stuck in the deep laundry sink, immediately turned on the hot water, and washed him down the drain. [I’m cruel like that and use scalding water just in case they can hold their breath or swim.]
My sister told me later that she saw it in the sink and LEFT IT IN THERE! Imagine that! She wanted to see how long he’d live in there or something. Go figure. He didn’t live long in there once I saw him.
Recently my husband went into his parents garage and saw a thousand-legger. Now I never go in there without turning on the light and rattling the door to scare them away.
This morning I was getting ready for my shower and I almost stepped on one! Aaa! I didn’t have my glasses on so just got a slight moving blur. Run! Brave husband to the rescue. Dum, da, da, dum! My hero found the abhorrent arthropod in it’s hiding place under the rug and promptly slayed it.
Do you have the same hatred as I do for thousand-leggers? I found out that I’m not the only woman with this fear when I found this fun article from the Pittsburgh Post Gazette.
If you have found a way to conquer centipedes and ban them from your house forever I’d love to hear it.
P.S. My parents have said that since they had their house professionally sprayed for bugs they haven’t seen the thousand-leggers.