Sleeping with a Millipede in my Room
July 6th 2008 21:00
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In my case it was getting up close and personal to a millipede one night.
Talk about confronting a phobia! I don’t like millipedes and one night I was staying at my uncle’s house. I was getting changed into my pyjamas and saw something slither along the carpet. I took a closer look. It was a millipede!
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to kill it, nor did I want to get close enough to it for me to slide a piece of paper under it and toss it out the window. The idea of spending the night and waking up with it on my face didn’t excite me either. In the end the millipede made the decision for me: it slithered into the closet. I opened the closet there were so many clothes stuffed inside it the millipede could have been anywhere.
Fingers crossed, I went to bed praying I wouldn’t wake up to find it on me or next to me or squashed underneath me. The next thing I knew it was morning and I had survived a night in a room with a millipede. I never saw it again and it became a case of out of sight, out of mind.
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