Woke last night to the sensation of something scurrying across my abdomen. Swatted instinctively, felt a handful of… something. Carried it into the bathroom, hit the light, and found a dead centipede in my hand.
“He didn’t run for reelection. `Politics brings you into contact with all the
people you’d give anything to avoid,’ he said. `I’m staying home.’”
— Garrison Keillor, _Lake_Wobegone_Days_