House centipedes can fuck right off.
The first time I ever saw one was in a Texas Tech dorm’s basement/laundry. I had no idea what it was. All I knew was that the way its legs moved like they were flowing was beautiful in a Lovecraftian kind of way. I panicked and squished it with a chair. Then I panicked again when I thought, “Oh, shit! Did I just kill the avatar of some local deity?” Then I ran upstairs and hid in my room for the rest of the day.