I've spent the last year or so trying to get myself to not jump out of my pants every time I see one of these things. Then roughly a month ago, I get up at 2am to take a piss, and as I'm opening the door this little fucker falls down no more than 10cm away from my face, lands right on my foot and would have probably run up my pyjamas if I hadn't managed to reflexively kick and launch it flying across the room. I think it must have been either sitting on top of the door or been trying to climb through the doorframe just as I opened it. Pretty sure I woke up everyone in the house, and probably the neighbors too.
Anyway, my phobia of these little shits is now 100 times worse than it was.
I got up one night around 1am to pee. I see maybe 3 or 4 of these little guys in my house each summer, so not very often, but enough that I am always on guard for them, so I turn on the bathroom light and put my feet on the bathmat, thinking it will offer some sort of centipede protection. I am halfway through peeing when one of those little devils apparates out of nowhere and runs full speed right at me. The bathmat does not slow it down at all.
I don't care what they eat. In my house, they are the worst pest.
I've come around to liking spiders, maybe a day far from now I'll come around to liking house centipedes. Gross little helpful fuckers.
