When I was young I enjoyed wearing false eyelashes. In fact, I didn't want to leave the house without having them on. They were like the finishing touch to my make up. On one night I didn't realize one of my eyelashes had fallen onto the floor as I was removing my make up and getting ready for bed.
My husband came into the bedroom and before I knew it he rushed across the room and stomped his foot on the floor, then said, " I thought that looked like some sort of centipede."
I said, "No, that's one of my eyelashes."
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