Chapter 59 third chapter

On the ceiling above the sofa in the living room, there are two lamps lined up together.The cats were looking at one of them. Less than one meter in diameter, inside the circular translucent acrylic lampshade, there are two ring-shaped fluorescent lamps, which emit a light bulb-colored light. The cats were looking at the inside of the lampshade. Things that shouldn't normally appear in such a place are there now. Ahhh, that is... "...Wow. Whoa!" I suddenly screamed, and my wife turned to me strangely and asked: "What's wrong? What's the matter?" "Ah... that, it's that..."

I raised my right index finger and pointed fearfully at the lamp on the ceiling. "That, in that place." "what?" "Because the cat kept looking there, I thought there was something there? Also looked there...Look, there." Inside the circular translucent lampshade, there is now a frightening black shadow swaying. That black shadow has a slender body, with dozens of short legs on both sides... Those short legs are wriggling, and the slender body is also twisting and moving disgustingly.Woohoo, that's— Yes - centipede. Nothing but centipedes. Judging from the feeling of seeing, the length of the pedipale should be more than ten centimeters.Is it the Chinese red-headed centipede?Or the Japanese blue-headed centipede? ...In short, a large, scary centipede.

"What? What are you talking about?" My wife asked me again.I still pointed to the lamp on the ceiling and said: "Look, look, that. Over there! What a big centipede!" "Centipede?" She too was startled, her eyes widened.But soon, he tilted his head in surprise and said: "Where? Where is the centipede?" "Ah?" I was surprised this time. "It's right there! Inside that lampshade, it's still moving..." But, having said that, the wife's reaction was still the same.She tilted her head and said: "No! Where is what you said?"

Not only did she say that, she also looked at me with puzzled eyes. "Are you OK?" Can't she see?Didn't you see that centipede?Or am I reading it wrong? I tremblingly looked up at the ceiling again.That's right!That one is still there. It is not uncommon for small insects like feather lice to run into such a lampshade.I once asked a construction worker I knew because I didn't think there was a gap in the lampshade, and I didn't understand how the bugs got in. The worker gave me a clear answer. that is…… The outside—that is, the opposite side of the indoor side, and the ceiling, there will be a space for wiring. The wires pass through such a space and connect to the lamps installed on the ceiling from the holes opened in the ceiling.There is usually some space inside the ceiling or between the outer wall and the inner wall, which is for ventilation and to keep in contact with the outside air.Such constructions are especially common in wooden buildings.In short, the inside and outside of the house are not completely isolated, so creatures such as bugs can actually enter and leave the house freely.

so-- The centipede entered the interior of the ceiling via the same route.This situation may of course exist.Like a feather lice, it got into the lampshade from the hole used for wiring—I don't want to imagine that picture too clearly, but it must be that way. It is located on the side of the mountain, and behind the house is a large forest of the shrine, which was originally a place suitable for the habitat of centipedes.I have seen centipedes outside my house several times before.but-- Please, I don't want to see centipedes in the house!Still in the lampshade... Ah, I can't stand it.Really is……

But…… Why did the wife react like that? I have to be confused. The centipede was clearly inside that lampshade, and it had been crawling along the inner edge of the circular lampshade since just now.Looking at that horrible, disgusting action, I seem to be breaking out in a cold sweat.I even heard kasha, kasha shasha... - I think it's like that. Obviously there is. But the wife said flatly: "No! There is nothing you said." why? Can't she see that?Really didn't see it? "Did you really not see it?" I asked her seriously. "I didn't see anything... Of course I can't see things that don't exist?"

My wife answered me with a very serious expression. what!so, what happened? The fact that is clearly in front of my eyes, but I don't want to admit it no matter what.What kind of psychological factor is this?And pretend not to see it.Or, did she fall into the abnormal cognitive state of "seeing or not"? —Let’s forget about that. What should I do with this centipede?I am very troubled. Just like this, knowing that it is there, but pretending not to see it, waiting for it to crawl back into the ceiling by itself?Or, since it can't find its way back, let it starve to death inside the lampshade?Or just remove the shade and dispose of it?

After thinking about it, I decided to choose the latter.