
I lay in bed and watched it diligently until a care manager, Melita, arrived, on time to get me up.
"Melita!", I said, pointing at the long bug, "Kill it! Kill it!!"
Melita is one of the nicest care managers I've ever known. She comes from the Philippines.
"Oh,no," Melita said. "That's a centipede. Back home, everyone knows a centipede brings money and is good luck."
"Money?!" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "If you see a centipede, maybe you will get rich." If she had been telling me that cockroaches were good luck, I probably wouldn't have bought it, but centipedes were negotiable.
"OK," I said, diverting my attention from the insect. I paid no more attention to it, and assumed it went on to enjoy a long life with it's many legged family (who, I hope, were not also residing somewhere in my room.
When the mail came that afternoon, I had a check from my long term care insurance for a significant amount of money.
Along time went past. No more centipedes appeared.
Until yesterday morning, that is. I woke yesterday morning to see a centipede scurrying, it's many tiny little legs carrying it rapidly up my wall.
When the mail arrived, I had a check from my long term care insurance for a significant amount of money.
WOW,
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