Eeeewww factor

My boys are home, so I'm doing a lot more housecleaning and dish washing. I really can't complain though. They mowed the lawn for me today and cut out some more sod to enlarge my garden area. While I was making another trip upstairs carrying laundry and cleaning supplies for the bathroom, I saw a big pile of lint on the stairs. I didn't have my glasses on which explains why I picked up the lint which was actually a large dead centipede. Now, I can handle lots of gross stuff, such as the pile of puke I cleaned up this morning at work. But centipedes are way over my gross out limit. As a kid, I had one run across the back of my hand while we were all sitting in the dark living room watching a movie. I felt something tickly on my hand and when the light was switched on, there was the biggest hairiest three inch long centipede you've ever seen. I can't understand why I can't appreciate the beauty of their fluid effortless motion, but they just give me the heebie jeebies!