Not again!
The “common” house centipede has struck again! There was one in my kitchen. I walked around whimpering for about five minutes before I eventually grabbed the Swiffer (which still bears the blood smear of the last one I had to kill) and, dry heaving, smashed it. Then, as if it wasn’t disgusting enough, its fucking legs twitced while it died. Now, the corpse is lying by my counter and I can’t get close enough to actually pick it up.
*skin crawling*