Lately we have had a severe millipede invasion at our house. I’m not talking about a few annoying ones, I’m talking about M scraping 100 millipedes a day off the wall outside the front door. They’ve come inside as well, with them all over our floors. Ugh. You take a few absent-minded steps, then… crunch.

Until recently, I’d never seen millipede poo, or seen millipedes have sex. But now I’ve seen so much of it, I’m thoroughly grossed out. Not so much by the poo as by the sex. I’m certainly no prude, and I never thought that seeing millipedes mating would have any sort of effect on me, but watching these little black worms writhing all over each other, and so many of them doing it at once, I mean geez! Horny little bastards.

And the other day I was watching a millipede edging slowly towards another one and I thought, “I know what you’re doing there, buddy” and watched. Yep, before long he’d crawled on top of the other one and they were fornicating, and right in front of my very eyes, no less! Have some decency! I guess I’m no better, being the millipede voyeur that I am. Until I decided that enough was enough, and broke up the party. Heh.