I was just practicing, and Hurricane pointed out a giant centipede on the wall behind me.  I gave hurk a treat for the heads up, and then grabbed a paper towel and snatched the bug, squashed it and killed it...then threw it away.

Then I felt bad.  They are horribly unattractive.  But then, to some...so am I.  So I figured I'd look him up.  Know my enemy.  And, it turns out...I have a whole new outlook on them.  Centipedes cruise around the house on fifteen pairs of legs!  They hunt and kill spiders and other pesky insects.  So from now on when I see a centipede, it's just an employee of mine...hired in exchange for room and board to exterminate other insects more likely to bite me. 

Wait!  You've got to be kidding me there's another one in the flippin corner?  Good boy Hurricane!  Scratch all that.  The idea of these ugly bastards slithering around my house makes me need to kill them.  Spidereaters or not!  They can live in the damn house and eat spiders.  A new stipulation of the contract is that they remain unseen to me or my dog, violation of said stipulation to be punishable by death!

Matt Harmon ~ household manager