I like to think I'm generally fearless when it comes to creepy crawly little creatures. Roaches? No problem. Spiders? I can handle it. But oh my god I just found a big old centipede in my kitchen. IT WOULDN'T DIE. It just got angrier and angrier and I got wimpier and wimpier. I finally just sprayed it down with 409 and am staring at it from a safe distance. These are the times that I think I'm ready to cohabitate with my manfriend.