Grass and Sky

I'm such a bad sports fan. I nearly turned the game off after the Flyers scored their third goal. And I would have missed a fabulous comeback by the Pens. Max Talbot got things going by egging Carcillo into a fight (this was a beautiful thing to behold - it was all nudge nudge nudge and suddenly Carcillo was completely out of control). It seemed to light a fire under the team and they scored fourteen seconds later. And by the end of the game, they had scored five unanswered goals to win the game 5-3, and the series 4-2.

I was even lucky enough to only miss a few seconds (none of them crucial) while getting picked up for babysitting. So I got to see Crosby get his second goal of the night.

So, I get home from babysitting a little after ten, and there are no sheets on the bed and there's junk all over the floor (I still have a few things that I never unpacked when I moved and I was looking through them today) and I'm all tired out. And what do I see as I cross the room? A gigantic centipede up on the wall above the window. Now, you might not think that's a big deal, but dudes, I cannot stand the things. CAN NOT STAND. I kid you not, the very thought of that thing on my wall feet from my bed has my skin crawling still, some time later.

You would all have laughed so hard, if you had been here for the next few minutes. I wanted to get it down within reach so I could stomp it into bug mush with a big boot, but it was up too high to reach. So I started throwing odd socks at it. I now, by the way, have several socks draped over the curtain rod that I'm going to have to get down at some point. I eventually remembered that I had a walking stick that would reach easily. This plan came with pros and cons. Pros: I could reach the centipede easily and certainly knock it down to the floor. Cons: I would have to be standing really close to the wall in order to do this. Really close to all those hundred hairy, fast moving legs. *shudders* Practicality won out and I knocked it down. Slammed and missed a couple times with the boot and suddenly the thing, which moves nearly at the speed of light, I must add, was under the bed.

Now what was I to do? No way I could reach it under there. I couldn't even see it. And no way would I be able to finish making the bed or ever, ever sleep there with a centipede under the bed. Luckily, I have a Mal. He fearlessly charged in and dashed about under the bed. I found my flashlight and spotted the thing, and Mal very helpfully herded it out from under, I was able to successfully smash it into hairy pulp, I remembered at the last minute that Mal might not appreciate or understand high fives, and retreated out of the room to regroup. At some point I'm going to have to go remove the carcass, but I'm not quite ready for that task just yet.

I'm still all jumpy and Tookie just took ten years off my life by sneaking up behind me and touching my ear. Poor thing doesn't have any idea why I jumped a mile and slapped at her like she was some sort of monster.

ETA: Okay, and since when do I need to code paragraph breaks in lj-land? WTF?