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Great. There's a centipede in the bath tub. It's not a very big one, as far as centipedes in my bath tub go, but it's enough to send me sqealing like a little girl out of the room. I guess I can't take a shower, which generally wouldn't bother me on a lazy saturday, but I'm taking my daddy out to lunch and then to see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and it's only polite to smell nice while on a date with my father.

Damned creepy centipedes. If I go in there, I'm scared to death it's going to leap at my head and gnaw my face off. Maybe I'll bathe in the laundry room sink.