I used to love millipedes. They are such docile little bugs that never hurt anyone. But then, they’ve invaded while refinishing our floor and decided not once, but twice climb through the drying polyurethane, etching a squiggly trail as they struggle and eventually die. Now, they’re the bane of my existence.
Gah! I guess I’ll have to scrape another body from the floor. Or maybe I’ll just leave it for added character…
