I just killed a centipede as big as my toaster. I'm sooo traumatized, Im contemplating sticking my head in the oven. There's no sleep for me tonight. What if this centipede laid eggs somewhere and a whole battalian of them hatch and crawl over my face at night when I sleep. One lick from one of these, and I'll need skin grafts. Well goodnight everyone, AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!