The great thing about living in an apartment is that there are very few bugs (in our first apartment that was untrue, it was a basement apartment and there were spiders and millipedes in abundance.) In our current home however we are far from the ground and they don't make it up here. (except that time that a praying mantis got it) Having grown up in an old farm house I built up a tolerance and even some semblance of bravery regarding bugs. This has faded. Tonight I saw a massive millipede. It was 5cm long and its legs were very long and stuck out in all kinds of creepy directions and I hated it and ran away and called for Mr. Sollywood. That's right world, I renounce the feminist movement and am all in favour of chivalry and being considered a helpless female. Long live the man brave enough to kill the creepy bugs, now let me go find my petticoats and rolling pin.
I was going to put a picture of a millipede but the images were much to graphic for this site. Gotta keep it PG around here.