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It was a Scutigera sp. house centipede, and I saw it and stepped on it. It was in my house without my permission, therefore it had to die. I already have three in containers, and I don't need anymore. They can't survive outside in the winter, so releasing it outside was a stupid idea... plus, he had shown blatant disregard for asking my permission before entering my home before, and I had no reason to think he'd learned any manners in the meantime. I was a little disappointed with myself for automatically stepping on the centipede without even thinking about it, but once I analyzed the situation and realized that my brain subconsciously did all of the above thought processes in less than a split second, I was actually quite proud of myself. My brain made the correct decision and told my body what to do before I even knew what was going on.
Today will be a good day.
Today will be a good day.