The Siamese were going crazy in the laundry room (their hang-out spot). I go look. They are doing the strange low & throaty meow, in the corner. So I pull them back, they have a centipede cornered. It is the most disgusting buggish thing I have ever seen. I grab a paper towel and pick it up to flush it. It squirmed in my hand under the paper, gave me the willies, yuk!! Now the cats won’t leave the bathroom. I guess they think it’s coming back up. Well, I know what I am dreaming about tonite…“Sewer Centipede eats woman and 2 Siamese cats”!!
My cats cornered a centipede one time. Holy shit-- those things look like they were designed by the Industrial Light & Magic Company. In case anyone is picturing a wormy creature with lots of tiny legs, that’s a millipede.This is a centipede. The one I saw was about seven inches long. I can’t believe you picked it up!
Was it a house centipede?
I actually like bugs a lot. Spiders, crickets, mantises, millipedes, centipedes, you name it, they delight me. I would have never fathomed I could ever meet a bug I didn’t like.
The first time I ever saw a house centipede, I totally lost my shit. Those things radiate malevolence. And the way they move! Gah!
Spent 6 hours in a poker tournament on New Years Day just to lose on the bubble 
Also, I have to wait another 35 days until I go on vacation
It is what it is.
So they’re calling it a bomb cyclone instead of Epic Nor’easter Of Snowpoclypic Proportions.
Last I heard? 12-15" with sustained 50-60mph gusts. In other words, whiteout conditions with probable flooding along the coast and low lying areas.
My friend in northern FL was aghast that they cancelled school there even though her neighbors pointed out why. Then again, she’s a native New Englander.
It kinda looked like the centipede in your pic, it was darker in color, though. 4 inches long. I threw it and paper in the toilet, it immediately started thrashing and climbing on the paper, the cats went berserk cause they like playing in water anyway. I was gonna take a pix but I was afraid it would get out when I ran for my phone. So I flushed it. Needless to say I will not be pee-ing on that toilet for awhile. I still have the heebie-jeebies! The cats have not left the bathroom yet. I put something in the dryer, which usually makes them come running.
If I don’t post tomarrow, send out a posse. Head-lines: ‘Giant Sewer Centipede from Space’ devoured innocent flusher. The cats are not impressed with my fiction work, btw.
Soooooooooo, I would really really like to not have to go to work anymore.
My current project is not fun, messed up, and my motivation is at zero. If anyone were paying attention I would be in danger of being fired.
But, I need the job (like everyone else in life). The thing is, I have to get on an airplane and travel across country to get to the job. That part is way past it’s expiration date for me. And where I am traveling to is about 20 degrees, and the heat in the office is not working. Sigh.
I have tried and tried to get a job at home, so I could sleep in my own bed and have a normal life, but have had no success. What I do is shrinking in the marketplace so there are fewer and fewer options.
Under normal circumstances, if all worked according to plan, I could expect to retire in about 3 years. But I feel like I’m done NOW, and I don’t know that I can hold on longer. My resilience is at an all time low.
So, I do the put-one-foot-in-front-of-the-other slog and hope I don’t get called out.
And I will confess that the daily dose of Trump chaos-tornado causes me stress that I wish wasn’t there.
Yuck. Thanks for listening!
I suppose I shouldn’t point out that since you flushed it, it now has access to all the toilets in the house… 
WAIT, you didn’t kill it, just flushed it?
All the drains in the house.
I used to have those evil fuckers in the basement of my former house.
Every time I’d walk downstairs, I’d pause and look around for them. For a while it was one large one each day. :eek: Then I’d grab the shop vac I’d left sitting there and vacuum them up.
I just assumed that act, combined with being shot into all the other crap in the vacuum, would kill them.
No, I never looked.
I used to vaccum up crickets with a dustbuster and then release them outside. We don’t kill bugs in this house. I couldn’t even kill a house centipede.
They’re still there in the bowels of the shop vac, planning their revenge…
I love those things! They are the coolest*!
They used to freak me out, but when I realized that they are insectivores, I became a lot more accepting. When I lived in Maryland, the whole state is infested with silverfish, which eat out the bindings of my precious books, and the house centipedes keep the damn silverfish and the damn ants at manageable numbers. I would cheer every time we saw one!**
- I may have gotten all of my yoga shirts silkscreened with a giant white-on-black rendering of a house centipede, so that it can move and stretch when I do. This is totally normal.
** It doesn’t help that about half of the country calls house centipedes “silverfish”. Pro tip: silverfish are tiny and pudgy and distinctly shiny silver. House centipedes are brownish with a halo of alien legs that move faster than the eye can track. They’re the good guys.
*** I may have spent about a half an hour, fascinated, watching a house centipede poised next to a spider’s hatching egg sac. I don’t think any of the new little spiders made it out. I like spiders, too, but this hunt was amazing!
Aaacccckkkk! Looks like I will be holding it for awhile! No, I didnt kill it because really I am a tree hugger and not a bug murderer. I let spiders crawl outdoors on their own. Of course my cats are vicious killers of anything that crawls, so usually I don’t see these things. What am I to do? Maybe I will pour bleach in all the toilets and drains. Oh, the decisions I must make. My life is sooooo hard, sometimes.
I have decided I hate Centipedes, who ever thought there was something called a ‘House Centipede’!!! I am totally skeeved out!
Anything that kills silverfish* is okay with me (even if God outsourced their design to H.R.Giger).
*or mosquitos (yay, bats!)…
My reservations about house centipedes notwithstanding, I think you and I would get on quite well. I cheer in the presence of most bugs. I’ll admit after the initial shock of seeing one, the curiosity started to set in. I’m not sure what will happen the next time I see one. Perhaps at a certain juncture, the curiosity will overcome the terror.
I find a drop of soap (I use the stuff for washing dishes by hand) deposited on the centipede facilitates drowning.
Do I have to watch it drown? I hope I never see another. This has been traumatic, I may need a valium!! Treat time has got the cats out the bathroom. I poured the bleach and shut the door.
I may not ever pee again.
My bank has a glitch that is making my account pretend it’s overdrawn. Fun!