Today, I woke up to see one of these on my ceiling. My husband advised that Lysol would probably kill the creepy thing. He also advised me NOT to climb up on a chair to spray it. Good thinking. He saved us from a trip to the E.R. See, once I sprayed the Lysol, the many legged thing ran across the ceiling, toward ME! So, without any thought as to where I was going to land, I fled in a series of hop/steps, while babbling in a totally unfamiliar language. Hubby says I approximated the river dance. (Not a good thing to do from on top of a chair.)
Anyway, the thing was still on the ceiling, very much alive. I tried the Lysol again, with similar results, twice. Between fits of hysterical laughter, my speech was becoming more unintelligible and more banshee-like. The final spray attempt ended when I actually hit the creature. It twitched and fell from the ceiling, MUCH to close to me for comfort. The Lysol can went flying, as I screeched a desperate war whoop and leapt (most un-gracefully) out of range. I caught my breath and recovered from another paroxysm of laughter, and trailed my prey as it slowly crawled across the floor into our bathroom. One (or 3…or 4) good smack(s) with my slipper put the hairy little beastie out of its misery.
Throughout this epic battle, hubby is lying in bed, ROARING with laughter, and occasionally offering strategic advice. I could imagine how I appeared, and have dissolved into giggles several time since then.
After things calmed down, Hubby looked up the critter online. It’s known as a House Centipede (’cause they like to live in houses) and it can sting, but no worse than a bee. That being said, I’m not fond of being stung, so these scary things can live in our yard, garden, woodpile, etc. But NOT in the house of the River Dance Banshee. Lysol and slippers are always locked and loaded!!