I watched a centipede crawling up my toilet wall, as I sat and, well, you know what I was doing.
Where are you going, I thought?
Mate, you are way off track, and without hope, I would guess, I thought next.
So far from the garden. And up the toilet wall was certainly not in the right direction.
So, when I was done, I knocked him off the wall onto my hand and carried him out into the garden. (Okay, I could have washed my hands first, sure)
"Now, don't come back inside again," I said sternly.
See, apex predators aren't all bad.
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