I, A, being of (relatively) sound mind and (full-grown, adult) body, just squashed the hell out of a centipede in my sink with a wet washcloth while angrily muttering "die, die, die" over and over again.
I feel grown up and five years old all at the same time. Come on! He had ninety-eight more legs than I do!
Repeat after me. A. Hates. Bugs.
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