It was the great centipede invasion of 2006.
The varmits had all but taken over the Southwest.
While their colors made them easy to spot in the desert landscape, they proved to be quite wiley. (And fast!)
Now, truth be told, I had never wrangled a 'pede before. So, when the local townfolk came a-callin' and pleadin' for help, I was a little hesitant. But, since I'm a sucker for folks in distress, I took on the task of riddin' the west of the centipedes and all their wrigglin' legs.
After a few initial intanglements, I quickly discovered the key to takin' down the critters was a solid grip on their antennae. Rendered virtually helpless by my vice-like grip, I soon had all of those centipedes corralled. They were no longer a threat to our peaceful way of life.
The locals were mighty grateful, and offered to name a local street after me. I declined, tipped my hat, and told them...
"It's all in a day's work!"
1 comment:
You're certainly getting skilled at that wranglin' task. Bet you'll have too many jobs soon and will have to hire a helper. I bet your Dad could help if you get too busy.
later,
Pegi
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