I’ve never been stung by a centipede out here. But a lot of my friends have. They tell me it hurts like hell for three days. A burning constant pain. Where they get stung swells a little and hardens up, then after three days it stops and things are back to normal.
My Lieutenant at the airport got stung in the back of the neck in one of our patrol cars. He’s a hardcore beast from the Bronx and didn’t complain. But I knew it hurt, I could see it in his eyes. Sure glad it wasn’t me.
My dog, who I love dearly, doesn’t like centipedes. I keep my eye out for them when we’re in the yard, keep her away, put her in the house and then go kill them.
But she’s faster than I am and usually sees them before I do.
So far she’s snatched about a dozen of them, gives them a wicked quick bulldog shake to break them, then tosses them and barks.
I know it’s only a matter of time before she gets stung, so I’m always vigilant.
Dogs are the balls. Centipedes suck.