Although I'm proud to say that I've overcome my fear of most creepy-crawlies, I haven't done it as completely as I'd like. My one GREAT fear in life is still centipedes. This poses quite a problem, as my bedroom's in the basement, the area of the house most infested with these disgusting creatures. Just 5 minutes ago, I was sitting comfortably in my room watching the special features on my "Carrie" DVD, with the lights off. I turned on a lamp to try to find some chapstick, and find the chapstick I did, with a centipede crawling over it on my nightstand! ICK!!!! Well, I had nothing to kill the damned thing with, and I doubt if I did, I'd have the presence of mind to find it. So my immediate response was a loud, squeaky "EEP!" Then I scurried out of my room. I don't know how I'm going to manage to go back down there. That fucking thing was just INCHES away from my pillow. A nice, relaxing, horror-filled night has turned into a mini crisis, with REAL horror! Whaaaaaaaaaah! I HATE CENTIPEDES!!!!!