Fake, they’re government surveillance robots /j

The centipedes have learned to draw. Not gonna fool me.

I usually get these little dudes in the summer. I let them be when I can stomach it, but I have this one lamp at my desk pointed up at the wall to give me some indirect light. Occasionally a house centipede will crawl along in front of the light and cast a really long shadow to freak me the hell out.

I call them eyelashes.

They are welcome in my home as long as they can find sustenance. My only rule is they are not permitted to shower with me.

I’ve spent the last year or so trying to get myself to not jump out of my pants every time I see one of these things. Then roughly a month ago, I get up at 2am to take a piss, and as I’m opening the door this little fucker falls down no more than 10cm away from my face, lands right on my foot and would have probably run up my pyjamas if I hadn’t managed to reflexively kick and launch it flying across the room. I think it must have been either sitting on top of the door or been trying to climb through the doorframe just as I opened it. Pretty sure I woke up everyone in the house, and probably the neighbors too.

Anyway, my phobia of these little shits is now 100 times worse than it was.

Nope… Didn’t work. I still hate them.

I just saw some this morning! the silly guy was in the middle of the aisle at work so I got him moving so he wouldnt get stepped on :3

When I was a kid there wasn’t awareness of house centipedes. I remember my first time seeing one as a kid, it was night time and I was home alone. Some of the most visceral fear of my life.

I have seen one of these in my life. I found it in my hair. I’m glad if already seen pictures of them on the Internet as the experience was already unpleasant enough when I could recognise what if found and knew it was harmless.

They’re really skittish and will run away when I’m around, and tend to stay on the walls. Chances are you won’t ever touch them by accident.

So I’m fine sharing the house.

Also I never seen more than one at a time. It hardly feels like an invasion