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So, as you can see, he’s quite a charismatic chap. And before you start assuming things about me, I didn’t go out into the middle of nowhere with a plastic container until I found a centipede called Steve. Believe it or not, I’ve been living with Steve the past couple of days. However, I only decided to put an end to his shenanigans today.
I don’t like killing things as a general rule, plus the bigger they are the larger the mess they’ll leave, so I had to get rid of Steve the slippery squatter. So I sucked him up with my Soujiki (vacuum cleaner) [I wanted to keep going with the alliteration but realised it would only work with the Japanese word for vacuum cleaner]
But Steve had other plans. About an hour or so after I thought I’d ‘taken care’ of him, I hear a slithering amongst my souvenirs. Lo and behold, Steve is up to his old tricks again. Eventually, I managed to capture him in my giant plastic container and set him free in the shrubbery near the supermarket. It was only a few minutes walk from my apartment. I kinda miss him now, seeing as I named him and everything, but I’ll probably sleep easier without him slippin’ and slidin’ around the place. Nonetheless, Steve and I have gone our separate ways and we’re getting on with our lives.
What I’m wondering is how the hell he ended up in my room in the first place? It seems to attract bugs despite the fact that my room is relatively clean. Perhaps it’s the week old food scraps outside my door… I don’t know. Either way, I’m keeping my screen door firmly shut until garbage day this Thursday.
Lots of love, Jackson (and Steve)
I don’t like killing things as a general rule, plus the bigger they are the larger the mess they’ll leave, so I had to get rid of Steve the slippery squatter. So I sucked him up with my Soujiki (vacuum cleaner) [I wanted to keep going with the alliteration but realised it would only work with the Japanese word for vacuum cleaner]
But Steve had other plans. About an hour or so after I thought I’d ‘taken care’ of him, I hear a slithering amongst my souvenirs. Lo and behold, Steve is up to his old tricks again. Eventually, I managed to capture him in my giant plastic container and set him free in the shrubbery near the supermarket. It was only a few minutes walk from my apartment. I kinda miss him now, seeing as I named him and everything, but I’ll probably sleep easier without him slippin’ and slidin’ around the place. Nonetheless, Steve and I have gone our separate ways and we’re getting on with our lives.
What I’m wondering is how the hell he ended up in my room in the first place? It seems to attract bugs despite the fact that my room is relatively clean. Perhaps it’s the week old food scraps outside my door… I don’t know. Either way, I’m keeping my screen door firmly shut until garbage day this Thursday.
Lots of love, Jackson (and Steve)
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