Years ago my cat was joyfully playing with a house centipede and my boyfriend at the time told me to look, she was doing something cute.
I rolled back in my office chair to turn around and see and in doing so rolled over her centipede, killing it.
And she just looked at me like “papa, why?”
I’m a monster. She’s long dead too and I still feel awful.
My cats once got in a fight with a praying mantis in an old townhouse.
I’d seen praying mantisses before but this one was a. in my home and b. large enough to be genuinely a little intimidating. The cats won, but it took a long time because they were being more cautious than usual.
House centipedes are actually friends! They don’t eat your food, clothes, or house, nor spread disease, but they do eat all the little bugs that do those things.
That’s fantastic, fuck if I ever live near a place where “HOUSE CENTIPEDES” are a thing though
Adding this to the list of insects to scoop up on a sheet of paper and put outside. Assuming I ever see one inside.
Good luck scooping up a motherfucking house centipede. They move at like five billion miles per hour.
I totally believe you!
I do my best not to kill spiders and other friends. I only do it if I cannot transport them to a safer place for some reason or if it’s pure instinct (as in, I saw it unexpectedly and swatted at it without thinking).
Having said that, I totally get that some people have intense fear of these creatures. In this case, cat to the rescue!
Insects terrify the absolute sanity outta me. Then I feel bad about having killed a usually beneficial bug.
Except the spotted lanternflies. Screw them.
The M on his head stands for “Murder.”
House centipede?
We get centipede but not in the house.
Also known as a “Nope”
but not in the house.
You were saying?
That is enough “work” to earn their keep for the rest of their life right?
That’s the face of a killer.
