R.I.P dear Centipede...

this morning, as i brushed my teeth,

i spotted something very unusual in the tub.

a very queer looking fish. or so i thought.

it swam and swam, all around the tub, hitting against the four marble walls.

yet, again and again.

trying very hard to propel out of the tub... i concluded.

after brushing my teeth,

i rushed out of the toilet, only to return with my spectacles on.

guess what?

it was a gigantic centipede.

yep. a 3 inch long viscous looking worm.

and so i stood there.

just right in front the tub.

watching in amazement as it showed off its swimming skills.

sometimes, it curled its body, forming a c-shaped curve;

only to straighten its limbs and set out to free itself a short while later.

it looked as though it was playing the "dead or not dead" game with me. =.=

i did not, could not, budge from observing my fellow interesting creature.

all the while, i contemplated the thought of "killing, not killing".

my conscience forbid me from mashing it into my very own centipede paste.

even centipedes have families!

they have senses. i guess...

and they too, would love to live a little longer in this world.

to play in the wet dark drains with their comrades.

to have plenty of fun pulling legs. you know, that sort of thing.

however, they're dangerous.

what would have happened if it bit me?

also, there isn't any chicken,

i mean real chickens that run around,

pecking at the ground for food, to eat these centipedes.

if i left it just like that, it would go off to breed, causing an overpopulation of centipedes!

then, the whole biological ecosystem would go haywire... ...

kill the centipede by boiling it in hot water, or to just flush it down?

i was distracted by yet another mind boggling decision.

so i stood, in front of the tub, even longer than expected.

after quite some time, i decided to give it a chance.

if it doesn't drown by the time i come back to check on it, i'd let it go.

i went back in the afternoon, and it was dead.

i guess it was an even more horrid way of leaving this world,

you know, by drowning and all.

i'm sorry centipede.

please do not haunt me.

do remember to tell the guards of hades to forget this momentary evilness of mine. thank you.

even though i didn't give you a proper burial, but flushed you down instead.

for i feared that you were playing "dead or not dead" with me again.