A little bit of advice for today

If you are lying in bed about to get up and you hear the person you live with (girlfriend, spouse, terrorist kidnapper) talking to the cats saying this:
C’mon, eat it…eat it Chiva…you too, Cocoa, kill it…eat it…come on I don’t want to pick it up with toilet paper…ack…aaaaack
your wisest course of action is to stay in bed. Just roll over and feign sleep or death, whichever is more convincing.
For the record, it was a big centipede out there. Considering my near phobic level of fear for centipedes, I think my decision to stay in bed was a good one.
This is the second monster-sized centipede in as many weeks. All the extra rain is driving them inside.