"Oh, Oh, Oh, come here and look at this!" I was jumping and hollering as a centipede skittered across the counter. At least I thought it was a centipede. I don't know if I've ever seen a bug like the one I saw this morning.
My husband rushed around the cupboards at the same time the centipede fell on the floor. I continued to squeal, "Look at this!!"
My husband stomped on our surprise visitor as I screeched, "What are you doing?"
"I thought you wanted me to kill it."
"No," I replied. "I wanted you to see it. I've never seen anything like it before."
"Sorry! I thought you were screaming because you were freaking out and you wanted it squished."
I guess something got lost in the translation of my screeching and hopping around. Next time, I'll try to remain a little calmer when I spy an unknown critter scampering through my house.