I hope I wrote that name correctly, in the journal title... It is also known as "household centipede"... Thanks to what happened to my bed, I don't really get pleasant dreams... The 30°C room temperature doesn't help either, nope, no air conditioner down here in the farm, not even a f*cking cooler fan. Add to that, my current 107kg body weight, and the joy is complete. Good thing, being an exhibitionist, and a casual nudist means, I prefer to sleep, and walk indoors naked. Sadly, this is Mom's house... so I have to wear something in the daytime "when anyone can come" as she says... not that we have too many visitors... But in the night, I don't care if she's yelling with me, when she sees me go to the bathroom, or the kitchen, I'm not gonna boil in my own stew! She's my mother, she seen me naked! So did my half-brother, so what? We're family! Also, we're both adults, way over 30+ years! I'm doing nothing wrong. Now, after I had a little night snack, I got back to bed, and tried to sleep. Around two in the morning, I felt something furry on my thigh... switched the light on, and I see the centipede climbing on my leg... Nah... didn't scream. This is not the first time... these things don't bite, (atleast not this type) but they eat the more nasty insects, so both me, and bro leave them alone. I watched it climb down on my leg, and run into one of the cracks in the wall. They are very sensitive to light. Bro collected all the info about them creatures, that live around here. The centipede is a night hunter, they need humidity, and nice warm temperature... That is why we have a lot of them in the kitchen, and the bathroom... and before you ask... we regularly clean the house... but these cute little beasts, hide in the cracks at daytime, deep down under... One of the things that makes funny living with them, is the fact, that they can climb on the walls, and on the ceiling too. Then sometimes, they decide to just... drop... and they don't seem to care, what's under them... your plate with the food, an empty cup, or... your head... As I said, me and my dear half-brother don't mind them... but our mother... Oh, the little joys of life...