Queezle and I were lounging peacefully on the couch doing Spanish homework when I spotted movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up just in time to see a 3-inch long centipede race across the floor and under my couch. NOT COOL.
A hell of a lot of expletives, bug spray, furniture shifting and paper towels later, the bug is dead, I am wide awake and Queezle has taken shelter in her crate. I'm going to be a paranoid mess the rest of the night.