my heart is still pounding from the sheer terror of having tracked and killed the largest centipede that any one has ever found in their house outside of a south american jungle. zeke was instrumental in the tracking portion, but it was essential to keep him from actually catching and eating his prey, since aren’t those things poisonous? ugg. is this what passes for summer in chicago? the weather is mild and giant insects invade our apartments? all those wiggly legs, just racing to and fro on my dining room floor. the carcass is now trapped underneath a glass (just in case the swift blow from a rolled copy of The Reader wasn’t enough) so that disposal can be handled by the third member of this household upon his return from rehearsal. zeke has the radiator under careful surveillance, just in case the creepy-crawly or any of his creepy-crawly friends should make another appearance tonight.