>>350870> he was the only dry thing around so for like 10 hours the thing kept crawling around on him.Oh fuck no. When I was a kid, I was sitting down watching cartoons, when as soon as I turned towards the wall, I was greeted by a mess of tangled legs moving in unison. I ran out of there screaming for my life. That was the first time I saw a centipede and that's probably what set in my fear of them.
