I HATE insects. Matter of fact, I hate just about anything that crawls on the floor... I'm terrified of them. So this evening didn't end well.
So my family and I are driving home from school, in traffic. I'm in the front passenger seat (workin' on the driving thing still eh) chillin.. I was about to say something when A CENTIPEDE APPEARED INFRONT OF ME! You know the compartment below the dashboard... it was hanging off of there... HANGING... so it might have dropped on my foot any minute. Now those fothermuckers bite, they sting and sh*t, and homegirl don't play that, so homegirl SCREAM like a B*TCH and tried to crawl to the back seat of the car... but I couldn't get there... so homegirl screaming to the top of her lungs, windows down in traffic where cars beside us can see and hear, and I put my butt between the two front seats and my feet in my seat to try to get away from the horrid creature. Mommy had to pull aside while I scrammed out of the car.
Dad tried looking for it but it crawled into a 'cribbit'. Dad took my seat and I went to the back... and we continued the drive home... but it didn't end there.
As we're ascending the final hill to get home, my mom (the driver) let out a chilling scream. The car started rolling back down the hill. I realised the centipede reappeared, and it was ON HER FOOT!!! Screaming and frantic gestures continued for about 7 seconds, and mommy finally ran out of the car and ran around (lol thinking of it now, it's kinda funny). Daddy to the rescue again! He found the son of a b*tch, the fothermucking terrorist, and cut that fothermucker in two, threw it outside then my brother crushed the fothermucker under his Clarke's... and the nightmare was over.
Ugh! I hate centipedes... and the like!!! Thankfully no one was hurt :-)