Guarding my washing machine

I had to go around him to get to the washing machine… well, he was mostly dead, so not doing a very good job of it. and i ended up with clean towels anyway.

also, when he slowly sorta tried to move, i was reassured that my heart and sympathetic system are working just fine, thankyouverymuch.

ah, the joys of Caribbean living!

paradise definitely isn’t for everyone.

PS: for anyone thinking of coming to visit, this wasn’t actually in the house. my laundry room is an extension filled with bugs and lizards and fun stuff. enough stuff to make me afraid of washing at night. hah.

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6 Responses to “Guarding my washing machine”

  1. jillian Says:

    what is it?

  2. jhawke Says:

    a centipede? i didn’t stop to count the legs… : /

  3. Jeremy Says:

    It’s cute!!!

  4. Dan Says:

    so now what will you do with the 100 tiny socks he left in your washer?

  5. jillian Says:

    i always throught centipede’s were cute… probably because of some kids book i used to love. this one looks mighty scary. the extreme close up doesn’t help!

  6. darlene Says:

    oh man … i think i am too squeamish for caribbean living … but can i say what a beautiful photo you made of him, shiver …

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