What are the odds of, after making New Year's Resolution No.2 "No more centipedes", that 2 days later, I'd come across 2 of 'em??
Coincidence? Who knows.

It went like this:

Everything was calm, I was watching t.v. on our couch, when suddenly, the alarm went up!

"You! Wha de @#&$ is dah??? I nearly step pun dah, yuh!"

I jumped to my feet and rushed to the scene: there was my brother and his friends in a loose circle around It...a centipede about the length of the finger with which I occassionally make obscene gestures.

My brother dashed off to find a cutless, but I, sensing there wasn't enough time for that, sprang into action.
I didn't pause, I didn't waver. I, the lone female in a group of tall, strapping young men, lept forward with nary a thought of my own safety, and crushed the centipede with my beslippered foot, in a smooth, one-off stomp-and-twist motion.
I was told later that it almost looked like a dance.

The 2nd centipede was taken out with far less style: my brother's friend crushed the pinky-sized varmint with his half-empty beer bottle. I'm not even sure if he wiped the 'pede juice off the bottom before he finished his beer.

Sigh. That's the problem with amateurs. No finesse.