Today my mother sent me this wonderful, adorable text.
She wants to buy me whiskey tonight because it’s going to be cold. How sweet is that? That’s because a mother’s love for her children is the most beautiful, warming thing in the universe.
Except when it’s this.
AHHHHHHH. AHHHHH. AHHHHHH. AHHHHHH. That’s a mother centipede protecting her young, and I would slaughter that whole family and not feel an ounce of remorse.
That is terrifying.
I guess it’s also beautiful in its own way.