The Tyranny of 3" Godzilla

Last week as I was sweeping the kitchen Ka and I noticed a village being built on the foundation of popcorn. It was a dilemma, indeed. To the small, mostly innocent ants beneath Ka's feet (I was supervising on a nearby chair [and yes I do use supervising and squealing synonymously]) she must have looked like a giant dragon whose only joy in life was tap dancing on the unsightly souls of hungry insects. Actually, that pretty much describes her-just replace unsightly with beautiful and insects with Felicia. The poor ants went running for their lives, their children's lives, and their grandchildren's lives, but to no avail because the foot of Ka is all powerful and it leaves no survivors. As she swept up there little corpses and I "supervised" some more she noticed something black, ugly, much bigger than an ant, and zombie looking. Godzilla of the insect world had been living, breathing, eating, and crawling all over our kitchen for who knows how long! And now he was dead, just lying there all over our floor. Needless to say Mr. Centipede caused a lot of "supervising" on my part.