Monologue in my head in bed last night:
Me: Know your enemy.
Me: (clicking on the Google) They are nocturnal. The enjoy crawling in dark, damp, small places.
Rich: Again, what?
Me: Oh my god. You know what this means, right?
Rich: Um. Not quite, no.
Me: The centipedes are going to try and climb up my nose while I’m sleeping.