Most of us react the same way when we see a bug in our house—either squish it immediately or grab something to toss it outside. But what if I told you there’s one insect you should actually leave alone if you spot it in your home?
Meet the house centipede (Scutigera coleoptrata). With its long, spindly legs and lightning-fast movements, it might look like something straight out of a horror movie, but this little creature is one of the best natural pest controllers you can have in your home.
So before you reach for a shoe, let’s take a closer look at why you might want to let the house centipede stay.
What Is a House Centipede?
The house centipede is a harmless yet incredibly effective predator that preys on many of the insects we actually don’t want inside our homes. These include:
- Spiders
- Cockroaches
- Termites
- Ants
- Bedbugs
- Silverfish
- Flies
Unlike most centipedes that prefer outdoor environments, house centipedes thrive indoors and tend to stick to damp, dark places like basements, bathrooms, and attics.
Now, I get it—these guys don’t exactly win any beauty contests. But trust me, once you understand how beneficial they are, you’ll think twice before killing one.
Why You Should Never Kill a House Centipede
1. They Are Natural Pest Exterminators
House centipedes are nature’s built-in pest control. Instead of using harmful chemicals or expensive exterminators, these little guys hunt down and eliminate unwanted pests for you.
Video : House Centipedes – What you need to know!
How do they do it? Their speed and venomous legs make them expert hunters. They don’t build webs or traps—they actively go after their prey, ensuring that other insects don’t stand a chance.
2. They Are Completely Harmless to Humans
Let’s clear up a common misconception—house centipedes are not dangerous to people.
Yes, they have venom, but it is only used to paralyze their prey. Their venom is too weak to affect humans, and they rarely bite. Even if they do, the worst you might feel is something similar to a mild bee sting.
That being said, house centipedes prefer to run away rather than confront humans. They don’t want anything to do with us; they just want to feast on the insects that invade our space.
3. They Keep Other Bugs in Check
Think of house centipedes as your personal insect bodyguards.
By keeping populations of cockroaches, termites, and other pests low, they actually help maintain balance inside your home. If you start seeing more house centipedes, it might actually be a sign that you already have a pest problem—and they’re just trying to help.
4. They Don’t Damage Your Home
Unlike termites or carpenter ants, house centipedes do not chew on wood, fabrics, or food. They have no interest in anything other than hunting insects. So unlike some other house pests, they’re not going to cause structural damage or ruin your belongings.
Where Do House Centipedes Hide?
If you’re wondering why you don’t see house centipedes often, it’s because they prefer to stay hidden in dark, humid areas. They typically hide in:
- Basements
- Bathrooms
- Under sinks
- Attics
- Closets
- Behind furniture
If you see one running across your floor, chances are it was just out hunting for food and not trying to invade your space.
How to Make Your Home More Centipede-Friendly (Without Letting Them Take Over)
Want to let house centipedes do their pest control job without feeling like you’re living in a bug-infested horror movie? Here’s how to coexist peacefully with these helpful critters:
1. Avoid Using Insect Sprays
Most commercial bug sprays will kill house centipedes along with other pests. If you’re serious about keeping them around for pest control, skip the sprays and opt for more natural solutions to deal with problem insects.
2. Reduce Moisture in Your Home
House centipedes love humid environments. If you have damp areas like basements or bathrooms, using a dehumidifier can help reduce their numbers without eliminating them completely.
Video : Just me holding a House Centipede
3. Seal Up Entry Points for Other Bugs
If you’re noticing a lot of centipedes, it could be a sign that other bugs are getting into your home too. Seal up cracks, fix leaky pipes, and eliminate other pests so your centipede population doesn’t get out of control.
4. Relocate Them If You Must
Not comfortable sharing your home with them? Instead of killing them, try catching them in a jar and relocating them outside. Just remember, without them, you might start seeing more of the insects they usually eat!
Final Thoughts: The Next Time You See One, Let It Live!
House centipedes might look creepy, but they’re actually one of the best insects you can have inside your home. They eliminate other pests, don’t bite unless provoked, and won’t damage your house.
So the next time you see one, resist the urge to squish it! Instead, think of it as your personal pest control agent, quietly working behind the scenes to keep your home bug-free.
What do you think? Would you let a house centipede stay in your home, or would you still get rid of it? Let us know in the comments!
My Best Friend Disappeared After I Watched Her Kids—The Shocking Truth Revealed!
My name is Melanie, and I want to share the most important day of my life. I had just returned home after a long and tiring day at work.
My best friend asked me to watch her kids for just one hour while she ran an errand. I said yes without thinking too much about it. She was in a hurry, and I didn’t want to let her down.
As time went by, I noticed that my friend was taking longer than expected. I tried calling her, but there was no answer. I started to worry. After a while, I realized something was really wrong.
I ended up calling the police to file a missing person report. They took my concerns seriously and began looking for her. While they searched, I took care of her children as if they were my own. I fed them, played with them, and tucked them in at night.
All I wanted was to relax with a glass of wine and enjoy a silly romantic comedy. You know, the kind of movie where you don’t have to think too hard, just laugh at the easy-to-predict story and shed a few tears at the happy ending.
But life, as it often does, had different plans.
I was just about to hit play when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I paused, looking through the peephole.
To my surprise, it was Christina, my best friend. And she wasn’t alone. She had her two kids, Dylan, who was five, and baby Mike, only two months old, wrapped up in her arms.
“Melanie, I need your help,” she said, her voice shaky. “I have to see a doctor right away. Can you watch the boys for an hour? Just an hour, I promise.”
Chris looked worried, and honestly, it scared me. She was usually the strong one, the one who had everything under control. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable, was shocking.
I felt a knot in my stomach, but I couldn’t say no to her. How could I?
“Of course, Chris,” I said, trying to sound more sure than I felt. “Come in, let’s get you sorted.”
She handed me baby Mike and kissed Dylan on the forehead.
“I’ll be back soon,” she said, her eyes wide with an urgency I’d never seen before. And then she was gone, leaving me with two kids and a head full of questions.
That hour turned into two. Then three. Night came, and Chris still hadn’t returned.
I called her phone many times, but it went straight to voicemail. My worry grew into full-blown panic. I put the boys to bed, trying to hide my fear from them.
Days went by with no word from Chris. I filed a missing person report, hoping the police could find her quickly. In the meantime, I was left to care for Dylan and Mike. I told myself it was temporary. Just until Chris came back.
But she didn’t come back. Weeks turned into months, and the boys started to feel more like my own kids than Chris’s. They began calling me “Mom,” a habit that started naturally and felt strangely right.
The first time Dylan called me Mom was at his school’s parent-teacher meeting. He ran up to his friends and proudly introduced me, “This is my mom!”
My heart nearly burst. I knew then that I couldn’t just be their temporary guardian anymore.
They needed stability, a real home, and someone who would be there for them always. So, I began the legal process to adopt them. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.
Mike’s first steps were a joyful celebration, a moment of pure happiness that we shared. Dylan’s first soccer game, where he scored a goal and ran to me shouting, “Did you see that, Mom? Did you see?”
Those moments brought us together as a family.
Fast forward seven years, and we went to a seaside town for vacation.
The ocean breeze felt refreshing, and the boys were laughing, carefree and happy. We walked along the shore, collecting shells and splashing in the waves. It was perfect.
Then, out of nowhere, Dylan stopped. He pointed to a woman in the crowd.
“Is that her?” he asked, his voice trembling. I followed his gaze and felt my heart stop. It was Chris. Older and worn, but still Chris.
“Yes, it is,” I whispered, unable to believe my eyes.
Dylan didn’t wait.
He took off running toward her, leaving Mike and me standing in the sand, our breaths caught in our throats. My heart raced as I watched my son sprint toward the woman who had left him so long ago.
“Why did you leave us?” Dylan shouted, his voice rising over the sound of the waves. “Do you know what you did? We waited for you! Mom waited for you!”
The woman turned, eyes wide with shock, but then her expression hardened.
“You must have me confused with someone else,” she said, her voice flat and cold. “I’m not who you think I am.”
Dylan stood his ground, tears streaming down his face. “LIAR! I DON’T CARE
He turned then and pointed at me, his eyes filled with fierce protectiveness that made my heart ache.
I walked over, holding Mike close.
“Chris, would you say something, please? We deserve to know what happened,” I said.
But she turned away, staring at the ocean with a hard expression.
I placed my hand on Dylan’s shoulder.
“Dylan, let’s go,” I said softly, but he shook his head, not finished yet.
“When I grow up,” Dylan continued, his voice breaking but strong, “I’ll make a lot of money and buy my real mom a house and a car and do anything to make her smile! Because she deserves it! And you should spend your life alone!”
With that, he turned away, leaving Chris—or whoever she said she was—standing there, shocked and silent.
We left the beach quietly, the weight of the meeting heavy on us. The boys were silent, their usual chatter replaced by the heavy silence of unresolved feelings.
There was no cheering the boys up as we went to the hotel to check in. It took a while, but we finally headed to our room.
I was relieved to get away from the beach, but the sight that greeted us wasn’t comforting.
The bathroom was a mess, clearly untouched by the cleaning staff.
“Just what we need,” I muttered under my breath. I picked up the phone and called the front desk. “Hi, we just checked into room 212, and the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned. Can you send someone up, please?”
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a cleaning lady standing there, her head down, face hidden by a worn-out cap.
“Come in,” I said, stepping aside.
She moved slowly, carefully, and something about her seemed familiar.
When she finally looked up, I gasped. It was Chris again!
“You have to be kidding me!” I yelped.
“What are you doing here?” Dylan asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. “Are you following us?”
Chris—or Alice, as her name tag read—looked like she was about to collapse.
“I… I work here. I came to clean the bathroom,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But now… I’m sorry, Melanie. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
“I was desperate when I came to you that day,” she continued, tears streaming down her face. “I had fallen into a really dark place, and I just… I couldn’t take care of two kids.”
“Then you should’ve asked for help,” I snapped. “I would’ve done anything I could…”
My voice trailed off as I stared into Chris’s eyes. The truth hit me hard: The woman I’d always thought was so strong had been struggling in secret, unwilling or unable to ask for help.
Her leaving the boys with me was the most she could do. It was her last, desperate attempt to save her children and herself. And it broke my heart.
“It never had to be this way, Chris.”
“There was no other choice,” she replied, her voice full of regret.
Dylan’s face hardened, and he stepped in between Chris and me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar, pressing it into Chris’s hand.
“Don’t worry about the bathroom,” he said coldly. “We will clean it ourselves.”
Chris stood there, tears welling up in her eyes, as Dylan shut the door in her face. He then turned to me, and I pulled him into a tight hug.
I held my boys close, comforting them as best I could. Part of me was grateful we had seen Chris. We finally had some closure on why she did what she did, even if Dylan and Mike were too young to understand.
“Can we go home, Mom?” Dylan asked. “I don’t want to see her again.”
We left within the hour.
Back home, life slowly returned to normal. The meeting with Chris became a past chapter, something we had faced and moved on from.
We had survived abandonment, heartache, and uncertainty, but we had come out stronger and more united than ever. Our family was a testament to the power of love and strength, and as I watched my boys play, I knew we could face anything together.
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