Happy Thanksgiving!

This is the centipede that woke me at 5 am this morning with a painful bite to my middle finger. This is the third centipede that I've captured in my house since arriving in July. They are fairly compliant when presented with an empty tin can. Evidently they are drawn to dark places, but they quickly realize their mistake so I have to slap a plastic top on to prevent them from doing an about-

face. They are fast. Of course, who wouldn't be with 100 legs. The can enables me to dump the dangerous villains and then immediately chop, chop them in half. But here's the really unsettling part, at least for me. Four hours later, I returned home to take some benedryl (After the initial throbbing, redness, pain, my hand swelled and the PC nurse advised), and half of that wormy critter was still wiggling outside in the rain. Besides cockroaches, centipedes will probably survive the holocaust.