I'm fond of saying we never know what we'll find when we open our front door. But that wasn't true in October when the forces of the universe coalesced into an outbreak of millipedes with a side of centipedes for scare. We didn't walk barefoot.
Millipede above. They don't sting. Red-headed centipede below. Nasty sting and grow to 6" long.
It wasn't just us, either. People talked about it in the line at the grocery store and at the mailbox as they picked up their mail. Mostly millipedes, by the dozens. Little crawlies inching along the floor from the door, creeping up the shower wall, dead and curled into a crispy coil.
I'm blaming it on the phase of the moon or a planet in retrograde or maybe the hot air from Washington D.C. Whatever, we're glad it's over.
I hope our next invasion is butterflies.
American Snout, photo taken during American Snout invasion of 2009.
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