UPDATE: After talking to a pest control person and reading the comments, I have it confirmed that these are actually house centipedes. And they sting. Yikes. Below is the original post.
I HATE silverfish and spiders. I HATE THEM. I’ve mentioned that before.
So, when I go to the bathroom, do you think I want to look over and see two creepy crawly legs sticking out of the sink next to me? No. No, I do not. I very much DO NOT want to see that.
But I did. Last Wednesday.
It was horrifying. I fought back my natural reaction-screaming. Ever since I stabbed myself in the hand, Tom has a thing about me screaming. Apparently he had nightmares about those screams for a month, and now I had better be in some serious pain if I scream ever again.
So I ran upstairs, pulled Tom out of his 8BIT meeting, and brought him downstairs to kill the thing. (And, okay, I took some pictures first. I had to blog about it. But now you can understand why the pictures aren’t great; I was freaking out.)
I was sure it was a spider (look at the legs on that thing). But turns out, it was a dang silverfish the size of my pinky. I ran out of the bathroom as he killed it, and I promptly burst into tears.
I know that’s not a logical reaction. It’s a bug. It doesn’t bite people. But that matters not. I HATE THEM.
They are disgusting. And when something gross and creepy and scary looking crawls out of your sink, it is freaky. Despite using Terminex, the silverfish population had been trying to force its way into our house for the last month. I had reached my breaking point.
I called Terminex the very next morning, and they agreed to send someone out to spray again for no charge that Friday. But it was Thursday, and I walked into the bathroom that afternoon to find this.
Unbelievable. Maybe it was looking for its friend. Although this silverfish was slightly smaller, I couldn’t bring myself to deal with it. Those suckers are fast, and I didn’t want it running somewhere I couldn’t see it.
So I kept the light on in the bathroom downstairs (the stupid bugs are nocturnal, so it stayed put) until Tom came home to kill it. But not until I had already sent Tom a picture of it with my phone and informed him I was moving out if I had to deal with this one more time.
Terminex came the next day, and we haven’t had anymore “It Came From Within” (the sink) encounters with these beasties in the bathroom since. I’ve killed a few outside, but thankfully none inside.
Stupid, nasty silverfish want to come live in my house? I don’t think so.
~Meghan, total wuss.