Ben is getting married and I'm holding a millipede in my hand

Well, that is an odd title for a post, but there is a little logic to it. We are cleaning out our room because it is going to get a new carpet, because we are going to have house guests, because our oldest son is getting married in 3 weeks.

There was quite a build-up of stuff in our room because I (this is a bad habit) collect things. A plastic bag containing a sewing project had lain ignored for several months. Sadly, a millipede was attracted to it, got trapped in it and died in it--causing me to jump an inch or two when I discovered it. The millipede flew into the air and landed on this drawing of mine, which (inexplicably) was also under the bed.

Weird! But I thought it was interesting, so I shuffled it off onto the drawing beneath.

Creepy. But at this point I realized the millipede was truly dead, poor guy.

Look at all of those tiny feet, all gazillion of them.

I took him gently in my hand and put him outside. Would I ever have held a millipede in my hand if Ben weren't getting married? I don't know, but I feel like I should maybe thank Ben.