Yes, I screamed. I really did.
I picked up this small brown ball from the floor this morning. Thinking it was a ball bearing that belonged to one of our equipment, I placed it on corner of the kitchen counter for MacGyver to return to its proper place when he woke up.
When MyGirl came downstairs, I moved to prepare breakfast and glanced towards the kitchen counter.
I screamed because instead of the small brown ball, I saw about a dozen legs moving about. (I washed my hands promptly after I had finished screaming.)
MyGirl explained it was a slater and calmly got two envelopes to scoop the frightened (not as much as I was, I think) thing out of the house.
(Ohhh! The thought still makes my hair stand on end.)
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