She's got legs...

Last night, Sarah found a (dead) beastie in her hot-chocolate mug. We decided to sleep at my place.


The Centipede
by Ogden Nash

I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath. You always wallop where he’s not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.