What Happens During Vacations?

[Scattercat]

Rich slapped his forehead. “Wait, I almost forgot to confuse the centipede.”

“Do what now?”

He opened the cellar door. The entirety of the basement was filled with it. The writhing, segmented body looped around itself countless times, an infinity of slender legs rippling as the tangled mass churned. Rich grabbed a basketball from the bin. He aimed and threw. The coils surged in response.

“The head goes after motion,” Rich explained. “I try to put three knots or so in it before leaving every morning. Not sure what it is, but I think it’s better if it keeps busy.”

[jannypie]

excellent

[munsi]

love it

[Phenopath]

Hehe, giant centipedes. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

[Mikes]

I almost forgot to confuse the centipede

I need this on a t shirt.

[flyawaybefree]

this would make an interesting short story if you ever wanted to lengthen it. I must do this with the small centipedes in my basement.

[Scattercat]

I must do this with the small centipedes in my basement.

What, throw basketballs at them?

Messy.

(I used to live in the basement at my parents' house, out in the woods in pseudo-rural Virginia. Spiders and snakes and centipedes and lizards, all over the place. Also ants, though they stayed in the kitchen. The spiders were ubiquitous, though. Also the tiny flying thingies that they ate.)

[Phenopath]

I must do this with the small centipedes in my basement.

What, throw basketballs at them?

Messy.

(I used to live in the basement at my parents' house, out in the woods in pseudo-rural Virginia. Spiders and snakes and centipedes and lizards, all over the place. Also ants, though they stayed in the kitchen. The spiders were ubiquitous, though. Also the tiny flying thingies that they ate.)

I image that it was a formative experience