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This happened about 5 hours ago, and I've become super paranoid since. So first, a bit of background information, where I live, house centipedes are a recurring problem every spring to summer, and while their demonic speed and appearance startle me, I've gotten used to killing them. I usually find them on the ceiling, and they're dispatched rather quickly with a shoe. 

This morning, I found a 1 inch long house centipede just outside my room, hanging from the ceiling in a corner. I was running late and decided to ignore it for the time being. Fast forward 9 hours later, I come home, and find the little bastard still there. Following routine, I grab my shoe and slowly approach it. 

This is where the FU happens. Because the centipede is sitting in a corner, it's significantly harder to get with a shoe, which couldn't exactly fit into the crevice. However, I decide to go for it anyway. I jump, slam the shoe in the corner… and I miss. The house centipede notices me and starts booking it. It begins scurrying across the ceiling, and I use this time to line up another shot. The freaking thing then falls and drops onto the wood floor. Whether or not it was intentional, it freaks me out and I start scanning the brown flooring for the well-camouflaged centipede. I see it just as it skitters and squirms at the speed of light into an opening in the floor molding (until now, I wasn't even aware that was a valid escape route). 

Ever since then, whenever I walk around my house, I crouch and slowly scan the ceiling for the one that got away.
<bot>: Tried to kill house centipede, it fell and camouflaged with the wood floor and got away. Now extremely cautious and on edge.