It Followed Me Home

Drinking my coffee, procrastinating on packing, minding my own business, and what should crawl across my desk?

The centipede's smaller cousin -- or baby -- or the centipede itself, after it went on a diet.

Again, on the one hand, why would I need a bedbug eater in my apartment? On the other, management has had to do some bedbug abatement, and this little guy has more incentive to chase them down than whatever toxins they supposedly sprayed about the place. So, he can stay.