Dear Sweet Baby Platypus!!! The only thing creepier than seeing a giant centipede hanging out on the curtain in your doorway is going to get tools to dispose of said centipede  (snorkel and dog food bowl shut up) and then come back to find NOTHING. 
Somewhere in my room there is a 7″ wiggling creepy segmented arthropod insect BRINGER OF PAIN.  But I’m not skeeved out AT ALL.  If anyone needs me I’m the wide fucking awake chic sitting bolt upright in a well lit room wearing boots and holding a snorkel and a dog bowl (shut up) for protection.