omfn'g, I splatted a centipede in my bedroom a few days ago. Second time I've seen one. The thing was as long as my pinky, nearly as thick, and had hair and tentacles coming out of it all over the place. I'm toiling away on the puter minding my own, completely distracted and this thing slides across my peripheral like a greased pig, and if you would've been there to witness it, you'd probably never see another human being jump as far, and as fast in your life as I did that day, my friends ...

I didn't even know I could move that fast. I may actually have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the encounter. I went to war with it, found the biggest tissue I could find to make sure guts, hair, nor tentacle touched a millimeter of my skin, (the tissues happened to be right next to the computer conveniently ) and splatted it. It left a wet spot and bug guts the size of small reading lamp on the wall. Which didn't clean up so easily actually.

I used to paint houses and replace windows in mansions that were hidden away in the woods away from us "normies", and I've seen bugs that I don't even think have been identified in science manuals yet, and this thing trumped everything I've ever seen to date, tenfold. To the 8th power.