01-14-2009, 07:22 PM
I awoke one night to the persistant sound of; BDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD......................BDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD............................BDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD...........What the hell? I turned on the light and saw a gigantic centipede on the motor of our ceiling fan trying to crawl down through the rotating blades of the fan. It was like cards on the spokes of a bicycle from hell! Evil! The bugger neva give up. I had to get on a chair with a can of raid and that just chased him into the motor. Don't read this if you're just going to bed..........oops, too late.
] On a serious note. Back in the 70's I was stung twice in one night in my house in Lahaina. I awoke this night to the stinging pain that only a centipede can deliver on my upper arse! Upon flying out of bed in the dark. I wildly started sweeping off my bed sheet with hand. Without much fanfare, the centipede slipped onto the floor waiting for his next act to begin. As I was do my best impression of a "Mexican Hat Dance", at 2:30 a.m.....it then happened. "Bam", stung again, this time on bottom of foot! At that point, my "Mexican Hat Dance", turned into my best impression of Ratso Rizzo! "I'm walking here", came mumbling out of my mouth. By now my 'Blue Russian', and girlfriend are both awake and quite frankly are enjoying this form of entertainment...at my expense I might add.
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