Monday, October 23, 2006

Don't Ask. I'll Fill You In Gradually.

While watching X-Men: The Last Stand last night (feh!), a centipede the size and speed of a small mouse came skittering out from under the radiator and made a beeline for my feet. I leaped across the room in a single bound, but it vanished.

I then perched on the edge of the sofa with my feet tucked up, but now that the thing had scented fear, it soon reappeared and started running threateningly in circles around the carpet.

Boo put an end to this nonsense (not to mention my shrieking) by swiftly and accurately bashing it to death with one blow of his loafer. I love him so much sometimes.

4 comments:

Pete said...

Oooh, I hate those things. Yay Boo!

Grouchbutt said...

One of Boo's loafers could crush a Centipede(TM) arcade game console.

Mamluke said...

ba dum bum. He'll be here all week folks. :)

Grouchbutt said...

Yeah, I know, it's a bit contrived. See, the original quip was:

One of Boo's loafers could crush a Caterpillar(TM).

Funny, funny stuff. But then I realized I misread the anecdote.

Although the mental image of Randy Wylde standing on a chair and screaming while a caterpillar runs in circles around him gets funnier and funnier to me.