If you have a house centipede crawling around on your floors, you’re in luck! These little guys feed on pests such as termites, cockroaches, spiders, and ants to keep your home’s biodiversity to a minimum. Adult centipedes have 15 pairs of legs that help it achieve top speeds of 0.4 meters per second. To mate, centipedes become acquainted through the touching of antennae, and the male deposits sperm onto the ground, which the female then uses to fertilize her eggs.
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oh, yes, I am SO lucky to have these crawling around in my house. 30. legs. 30. *shudder* I’ll take the spiders!
the year is 2053. a girl lays on her bed wearing vintage ugg boots. ‘I was born in the wrong generation’ she sighs as she listens to taylor swift and cries over a one direction poster.
some kids are actually gonna be like this you do realize that
that’s it i’m done
My soul is crying
To all those people who look down on me: fuck you. I am sick of being treated like I am inferior to you because I get C’s in classes that you got A’s in. You grimace when I mention my grades, like it causes you physical pain to be in the presence of someone so “unworthy” of your time. Yeah, I’m not smart. I am fully aware. But just because I have a GPA far below yours doesn’t make you any better than me. Nobody is better than anyone else, we’re just different. Stop treating me as if I were some sort of invalid that will be completely unsuccessful later in life due to the multiple C’s on my transcript. Your 4.0 GPA doesn’t make you hot shit. I mean, it’s wonderful that you’re so smart and get such good grades, don’t get me wrong. I applaud the success of others. But when you use your grades to make yourself feel better than those around you, that’s where the problems are. I hate it. I hate this culture where the only things that matter are your grades. I am not my transcript, I am so much more than that. I am happy with how I am, and while I am not particularly overjoyed about my grades, I am content. I do not need to be patronized for “failing” in your eyes.