tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472281593263257650.post7344368241038849067..comments2022-04-04T22:49:30.496-06:00Comments on altarpiece: Spiders' Legsthe curatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057823286501777309noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472281593263257650.post-91050571812697002392009-05-11T23:47:00.000-06:002009-05-11T23:47:00.000-06:00Rest assured, I do not strictly enforce the on-top...Rest assured, I do not strictly enforce the on-topic commenting rule, particularly for comments as delightful as yours. I hope you leave a few more scattered around the blog.the curatorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00057823286501777309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4472281593263257650.post-30766864306893752762009-05-11T15:12:00.000-06:002009-05-11T15:12:00.000-06:00This isn't really on topic, but my house is litter...This isn't really on topic, but my house is littered with centipedes, and the first time I saw one I kind of freaked out cause it was huge and I hadn't really seen them before so I killed it... which is rare, cuz normally I don't kill non-human animals. Thus, I felt quite bad afterwards, especially as it's leg-parts continued to writhe about for several seconds after the smashing-device was removed. Then (and this is the kind of relevant part) I came upon one in the shower with moi the other night, and it too was none too happy to be washing about. So I killed the water and helped the poor ugly bugger out of the bathtub, and proceeded to give it careful and delicate CPR... ok that part wasn't true, but I did poke at it until it crawled away under a wall, hopefully to rejoin it's disgusting ugly centipede family, which undoubtedly lives somewhere in my subconscious. Moral of the story? Never trust evolution.B. Lance A.noreply@blogger.com