Even greater (and perhaps even more realistic) than my aversion to sharks is my aversion to all things slithery. SNAKES!, earthworms and centipedes all make me shiver worse than if I were naked on an ice flow. I mean I am just creeped out by those types of things. If you were to ever hold a SNAKE! or earth worm towards me and threaten to touch me with it, you better be prepared to die. Seriously.
So to discover that those black, inch long disgusting centipedes are back almost gives me nightmares. Worse yet, they are coming up from the shower drain! It's a wonder I am not a disgusting dirty mess. Every inch of that shower gets inspected before I step a naked piece of my body into that area. But shit happens.
Every once in awhile, through soap filled eyes, I will spot one squirming its' way up through one of the holes in the floor drain......while I am in there with it! I'm sure the shriek heard throughout the neighborhood is akin to the one uttered by Ellen when she was told she had to wear a gown to host the Oscars.
But I have my creepy crawly killer at hand. It is a long handled squeegee kept in the shower to facilitate squeegeeing every drop of water off the floor once one's shower is concluded. We can't have water spots in the shower, doncha know. Squeegee tightly in hand, down it comes, WHAM! and there is one less creepy crawly in the world.
Still, I step out of the shower to dry off, leaving the squashed black spot to fend for itself. And I live to kill another day.