Tuesday, April 18, 2023

Signs of nature, signs of age

 I caught a centipede, Scutigera coleoptrata, crossing the living room floor.

You'd think a fellow who grew up in scorpion country would have learned to wear carpet slippers. But I’m 67 and was barefoot when I evicted the uninvited guest, furious but unharmed. I fear I'm hopeless. 

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