Dead

I couldn't get to sleep last night and got up to have a cup of tea and a read some of my book at about half past one.

Then I saw it. My most hated insect. A house centipede. I was just looking at it and hoping that it wouldn't go into the bedroom... in which case I would never get to sleep... when it began to run along the wall, up near the ceiling. Then it fell off onto the floor and carried on running. Why do these horrible things always have to run towards you, and at speed! I grabbed a fly-swat (we always have one or two to hand in the summer) and killed it. Phew!

It's a totally irrational fear I know, and they eat other insects, but I just don't like them.