I mentioned the other day that we used to regularly get rather large centipedes in our house.
They looked like that one up there.
Since we had small children in the house (yes, Pie and Brother were once tots. They haven't always been bigger than me) and I am (secretly) an overprotective big sister, I would catch them.
With a paper plate.
And flush them down the toilet.
This could easily be the end of the story but for one thing.
We lived in the country. We had a septic tank.
I was always afraid those 'pedes would some crawling back out of the toilet and bit me in the butt. They never did. But they could have!