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Originally Posted by GeoffC
So, instead of one creepy crawly, you ended up with 12 segments all over the floor .....  |
yes, 12 segments that no longer crawled creepily! That is what you should take from this story. Rusty steak knife = no more creepy crawling!
And I had swept him outside. When he first appeared, I seriously thought he was a snake, the way he undulated all over the floor (or she, I didnʻt stop to check, and I wouldnʻt know how to check if I had thought of it). My first thought was "how did a snake get to Hawaiʻi?" My second thought was sort of like "Holy PUCK!" but a little different on that second word.