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… especially when it just so happens that I decide to stand up then. Now, standing up isn’t the problem. It’s the rolling back of my chair when I do so that brings disaster.
Yesterday I was treated to a most repugnant odour (whiffs of a likely mixture of idehydes, phenol, quinones, iodine, hydrogen cyanide, and chlorine) that forced me to evacuate the room for a few minutes. I returned with a damp piece of toilet towel tissue and wiped the offending trail of juice and remnants of the millipede off the floor and wheels of my chair.
I don’t know why these flat-backed or Polydesmid millipedes - many of us, oft mistakenly, refer to them as centipedes - keep coming. Might be the rain’s doing. But come indoors these ‘pedes do, to starve, get stepped on (accidentally, of course), die, and dry out, and get swept away. They live a miserable suicidal existence.