Yesterday morning while I was in the bathroom, Gus was poking around by the sink cabinet. I bent down there to see what he was looking at. It was a centipede! Yikes! It was a small one, but still, the centipedes here have a venomous bite! I shooed Gus away from it and closed the door so he would leave it alone.
The advice I’ve received about centipedes is that you must not try to kill them by stomping on them, because it won’t work, and they might bite you in the process. Chemical poisons take a while to kill them, so they might run away. The best method of taking care of them is scissors – you use scissors to cut them into pieces.
I went to the kitchen to get some tongs and a mixing bowl. I caught the centipede, but it in the bowl, and went at it with the scissors. Its parts kept moving for a long time. Gross.