Don’t look, Alexa!
With apologies to Ray Stevens - “The Streak” (Music Video) - YouTube
Now that would freak out the adults, much less the kids.
Good to know. And congrats for having the self-presence to manage the situation to a successful one-sided (albeit three-parted 
) conclusion.
Wow. I’ve spent a week or two on the island for the past 16 years (my gf 8 years more) and we’ve never seen anything like this centipede.
Yeah, I think it’s time to kill it.
Lucky us, I guess.
We also had a very large iguana randomly die in our garden. Two days later, that is … a distinctive odor.
Friar’s Bay beach, at Kali’s beach bar they sometimes have stewed iguana. There’s very little meat, but what there is tastes like chicken.
And look what I caught in the swimming pool this morning!
Much smaller than the first one, only about four or five inches.
The kids have announced they are done swimming this trip.
Clearly they are attracted to your daughters and want to be adopted and taken home for treats and cuddles . Like happy, gamboling puppies just looking for affection. I mean at the end of the day is there really any significant difference?
This is how horror movies always start. A few innocuous incidents that are laughed off. Next up, some authority assuring us there’s nothing to worry about. And next thing you know, we’re all starring in “Night of 100 Legs”.
Perhaps you could get a pro-rata discount from the landlord. As in $X per leg per sighting, where X is itself a largish number. Times of course the totally unreasonable number of legs you’ve seen. Times 3 or 4 people.
This illustrates exactly why humans developed tool use–to smash creepy crawlies.
I saw that film in the theater when I was a kid and it scared the holy crap outta me.
Did you have one of the wired seats? That would have been… an experience.
I first saw it on B&W TV (no color seqs), at 4 in the afternoon, in my folks club basement on a bright and sunny day and when that mook started tossing that hatchet around I was wondering if they were going to have to call the rubber truck for me.
Huge difference! The first photo of the pup with the orange hair reminds me of Donald Trump, about to yell, “you’re fired!” 
The second photo reminds me of my dearly departed granny about to embrace me in her loving fangs arms 
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I’ll take #2, please.
Apparently giant Amazonian giant centipedes aren’t deterred by loud screams.
They’ve probably evolved not to care. Or maybe it excites them. 
Me, I would have just walked out the door and opened a thread titled “A GIANT AMAZONIAN CENTIPEDE JUST CAUGHT US IN HIS VACATION HOUSE.”
More accurately, an animal was minding it’s business, living as best it could in it’s natural environment that has been infested with humanity, when some invader there for entertainment decided to chop it up for not being pretty. (Other people then applaud the action of killing things that they don’t think are pretty.)
I bet the late centipede’s Mom thought he/she was the pick of the litter. And the spittin’ image of her dearly departed Uncle Many-feet.
A mixed family?
They are called forcipules, not to be confused with chelicerae, which are more an arachnid thing, I believe. Some are hollow, like hipodermic needles, to inject venom, both in centipedes and spiders (and scorpions). Nice specimen you found there, pity it had to be sacrificed. But I understand that adopting it and bringing it back home would have been againt the CITES convention.