While watching X-Men: The Last Stand last night (feh!), a centipede the size and speed of a small mouse came skittering out from under the radiator and made a beeline for my feet. I leaped across the room in a single bound, but it vanished.
I then perched on the edge of the sofa with my feet tucked up, but now that the thing had scented fear, it soon reappeared and started running threateningly in circles around the carpet.
Boo put an end to this nonsense (not to mention my shrieking) by swiftly and accurately bashing it to death with one blow of his loafer. I love him so much sometimes.