A little visitor

The other night I had a spot of Bourbon; as I often do, I didn’t quite finish the glass, leaving a bit of the alcohol in the bottoms. I left the glass on my stove…..the next evening, I found this in it:



In case you can’t quite identify what’s in the glass, it’s a two inch centipede that crawled in and died (either from drowning or alcohol poisoning). As gross as this is, I’m more disconcerted by the idea that a centipede could one day crawl on me while sleeping or zoning out in front of the TV.