Jan 13, 2008

Sinister Therapy

It seems from prior posts that many of you have had less than pleasant encounters with the house centipede. Perhaps it was out of a sinister impulse that Jade sent this photo along, to drive the blade a bit deeper. He likes this one because you can see the beast's eyes.

Or, perhaps Jade thought it would be therapeutic, that another safe encounter with this critter will lessen the fear, dull the pain, and expose those frightening experiences to the light of day.

Whatever the case is, thanks Jade.

15 comments:

Jade said...

Always happy to help!! :)

Erin said...

Aww, what a cutie. Also, I'm inclined to say the house centipede is the single most misunderstood animal -ever-.

Aubrey said...

So it would be out of line for me to hit my computer screen with a shoe?

Maybe it is the surprise factor of these guys, but they seriously creep me out......
Where are some pictures of cute tarantulas when you need 'em?

Carol Rose said...

I admit I know nothing about centipedes, except that I learned to hate them from my mother, and that unlike other insects, I almost always feel compelled to squash them -- and they make such a horrible crunch!

Jade said...

Aubrey- Just wait. :)

lizardknits said...

I have these in my house and don't mind them because I NEVER see any other kind of insect. The centipedes seems to eliminate everything else.

Anonymous said...

If wasn't for the quicksilver scurry action of these guys, I think I would like them... The stripey legs are kinda pretty... but you never never know when they might use their legs to swish right up your pant leg! Aaghaughagu..

Emily said...

These things ARE pretty... but I hate the thought of them being in my house somewhere. I saw one on the ceiling one night, after a few hours of drinking, and just sprayed the heck out of it with Windex. I know they eat other bugs, but I wish I could train my pet rabbit to do it instead, so I wouldn't have these creepies around...

Shay said...

erin, are you f**king KIDDING ME???? sorry, i guess i'm still recovering from the shock. maybe a centipede saved your life or something. and lizard, i dont care if they shit hundred dollar bills, i dont want them in my house!! ew!!! ugh, god, every time i lookat that thing i get the compulsive urge to get up and shake out all my clothes. i get the itchies. ew.

LisaLisa said...

Ya, these things freak me out MORE than spiders and that's saying a lot because spiders really freak me out.

Erin said...

There's no need for harsh language, Shay. I was not joking; I genuinely find house centipedes cute. Furthermore, when I find house centipedes in the dorm I move them to my own room (I don't have a room mate, luckily) in the hope that they'll be separated from those who would fly into a panicked killing frenzy.
When others express hatred toward centipedes and explain in lurid detail what they've done to centipedes in the past, this serves only to strengthen my affection for the animals. I feel someone ought to love a beneficial animal that is loathed even by people who like spiders, so why shouldn't that someone be me?

Victorya said...

ickickickickick, thanks so much MW for that photo to remind me of the ecosystem that is my house.

They have effectively eaten all my spiders, my preferred method for killing other buggies that might make it into my apt (I do live in NYC, so there are always bugs). Now, they own, yes OWN the lower shelving unit of one of my closets. They like to appear while I'm in vulnerable positions (think, bathroom stuff) and recently, one fried itself to the back of my computer.

*shudder*

Shay said...

@erin- well then, darlin, you are stronger than me. maybe its just cause i woke up one time with one sitting on my chest, or maybe just becuase i'm human. more power to ya, babe. i myself am a snake person. :)

Anonymous said...

@shay- i would honestly be scarred for the rest of my life if i woke up with one of those motherf*ckers on my chest. i HATE them. i call them big papa's

Vanessa said...

i think i just had a heart attack.

i saw one just about this size in my parents' basement once, and while i get that they are *good*, i still feel like i need to BOIL MYSELF. why couldn't they, like, wear a Red Cross arm band or something?

:(

go erin.