Pretty in Pink

Don't get me wrong, I love the south. The weather, the people, the tendency to refer to every single type of pop as "Coke". But I could live without the giant bugs (and I do for the most part, because I live in Wisconsin). Apparently, Benjamin found an honest-to-goodness call-the-fire-department-to-kill-it millipede in his bathroom a few months back and neglected to tell me. Now I'm paranoid that the poor boy is going to be eaten alive while he sleeps.

I'd rather he be surrounded by these cute monsters, the Shocking Pink Dragon Millipedes. So what if they can shoot cyanide? They're PINK.