*Bob puts on some Whitney Houston music....*
Aw look... It's a little baby.... house centipede!....

"Come 'ere little guy... Come on.... Where are your parents?"
And how'd you get on my ceiling little bastard?
Thump!


"And here's some cinnamon to wash you down the vacuum cleaner with.... Enjoy...."

If there's one, there must be parents though....

I'm sure it crawled in from outside. Surely they're not living...in here... with me.