Right as I was getting ready for bed, I looked over and there was a HUGE centipede standing near it. I tried to scare it off, but it just ran somewhere and hid. I couldn't bring myself to kill it. =\ I hate killing bugs, because I feel horrible about it for the rest of the day. I mean, obviously it's running and hiding and trying to protect itself. It must value it's own life, even if it is creepy.

I'll have to double check my blankets before I finally do go to bed. It will probably be gnawing my face off when I wake up. XD