Ha ha! Thank you for the laugh. 
Anaamika, if you mean this kind of centipede
I’m with you. That is one bug I have an irrational “run away run away” response to.
Years ago, I found a small black snake in my laundry - after the wash cycle had completed. It must have slithered into my clothes pile, which I then scooped up and tossed in the washer. It was alive, but very not happy. I gently picked it up in a garbage bag and set it on the front porch, hoping the sunlight would warm it up come morning. Unfortunately, I don’t think it survived, as it had clearly been injured by the washer and was probably hypothermic due to the rinse cycle. Poor thing.
Oh yeah, gross, the big damn house centipedes that run so goddamn fast. Here is the main source of my aversion. Growing up in my teens my parents’ house had a ton of these. I used to dance on stage, and I’d practice in the basement, without my glasses, and I’d blurrily see these little fuckers skitter across the walls. And if you don’t smush them just right they make a huge mess.
HATE THEM!
I once had the dubious pleasure of making the acquaintance of a family of jumping mice that had hitched a ride home from summer camp in my son’s backpack. When I opened the pack to remove the dirty clothes, 1/2 dozen of them launched themselves right up into my face. I’m not at all scared of mice, but the unexpected appearance of them and the way they launched themselves at me sent me running out of the basement shrieking. I got no sympathy from my husband who couldn’t understand why I didn’t throw a box over the whole mess to prevent them from running all over the basement. NO sympathy, that man. lol
Hee. Our family story is of my mom on the phone with some office and having to say “I have to go, a centipede just crawled out of my sink drain.” The horror was burned in my brain!
Ain’t skeered of snakes, but if I found that in my silverware drawer, a large shovel would have been necessary to clean up what my undies could not contain.
Man…you have snakes and seals? Do you live in a zoo?
Where the fuck do you live?
I need to know so I don’t accidentally live there some day.
Well, that is a startling sight! Glad you handled it so calmly.
But… one other question. Why do you have rocks in the drawer?
I had a blackbird in the house the other day. I had been in the house for awhile before I heard a noise in the living room (I was in the kitchen) and saw it perched on the curtain rod. I got it to go out the front door. I still have no idea how it got in.
And, no, it didn’t come in in a pie. 
So the snakes can pretend they are outside.
I am SO disappointed. 30 replies & no has asked if your husband is Samuel L. Jackson.
I can’t stand these mother effin’ snakes in this mother effin’ drawer!
OP knows better than me but it looks like a set of cut resistant gloves and the snake is sitting on the palms.
And, yes, if I opened a kitchen drawer and saw that fucker, there’d be a me-shaped hole in the wall.
I like how the meat thermometer is nicely put away there, right by the end of the snake’s tail.
And I agree that your counter is very pretty!
I’m pretty sure that’s the fingertips of a pair of gray knit gloves.
Sorry for the delay and catch-up post. That’s what I get for posting in the morning during a busy workday.
I’m guessing it was 2.5 - 3 feet long. When I picked it up, just grabbing a handful of snake, there was about 1 foot of tail hanging down, and it draped about 1 foot of it’s middle over my hand to support itself.
Ugh, I HATE that countertop! It hides dirt very nicely. Which would be fine in a shop but not in the kitchen. If you can’t see whole coffee beans, let alone spilled ground coffee, or ants… it’s not a good surface for food prep!
It’s funny, my coworkers today when told the story, have all asked me where I live. (Answer: suburbs, not really out in the country like you’d expect for finding such a thing in your house.) The really funny thing is that you also would expect wildlife to set up shop in little-used places because that’s safer. We are in that drawer pretty close to once a day, so he wasn’t in there long. That also added to the shock factor.
I have no problem handling nonvenomous snakes, but I didn’t want him to bite me. I draped a tea towel over him and then decided that wasn’t thick enough just in case he got mad when I grabbed him. Told the husband that we have cut-resistant gloves that would be perfect for this situation… yes, the ones that the snake is laying on! DOH!
Thinking back on him I keep putting on my metaphorical Steve Irwin shorts and gushing “OH, what a BEAUTY!”. He was really super gorgeous. I actually kind of miss him. We don’t have a terrarium, but if we did it would have been lovely to keep him.
I have to chime in here regarding Snakes In The Kitchen Drawer.
As a full-blooded male, I would scream like a little girl, burn the house down, load the truck up, and skeedaddle.
The OP is going to give me nightmares and a warning to all snakes… I just sharpened my hatchet.
EEEEK! 
He is quite beautiful, I agree. And actually suburbia is where you find waaay more animals in the house, IME. Humans and animals live together, in uneasy coexistence. I was reading an article last week about how basically we are forcing raccoons to evolve and become smarter and clever-er as we keep trying to outwit the little bastards.
I’m not particularly afraid of snakes, but I’ll admit, if I saw that I’d be rattled.
mmm