The battle of the kitchen

So being as this is so new to me, (other than my brief explorations with a friend and baking) here goes. So far, I've just been a pretty normal girl living in Delaware (yes that is a state, not a city in another state, although i know there are delaware cities, this is for serious the state...ok moving on). So I lived there my whole life up until about a few or so months ago. Met a great guy, moved out of state, and am now actively seeking employment (have been for some time....what am I? a leper?) So until that glorious and wonderful day happens where I can finally call a place my place of employment, I am stuck at home doing day to day things, or...playing Xbox...or watching Dexter. Anyways...
Moving to another state can be a good thing and a bad thing. I don't really have many friends there, so that wasn't a worry and my family will get along without me. Don't have to worry about the beach traffic and stupid tourists....although i do miss the beach fries...and icecream...ok I'm a fat kid on the inside. My new home has become just that, a home. Now granted this new state kinda sucks as far as taxes and such are concerned, but it was all going quite smoothly until a couple months ago....then....this happened...

I know what you're thinking. WTF IS THAT THING!!!! This ladies and gentlemen is a house centipede. Never seen these scary little demons until I moved (nothing should ever possess that many legs). I guess DE only specializes in the massive super hell bee...got stung by one last summer. I threw it into a pool where a pool party was going on...no regrets.
Anyways...so it all started a couple months ago...
This is how it actually went down...how it went down in my head is to follow after...
There I was making my boyfriend a sammich like any good girlfriend should do (haha believe me...I think women in the kitchen jokes are funny) and I'm just minding my own business. All of a sudden, I look up, and there it is...sitting on a pot on the stove...chillin. I squeak...run into the bedroom, and get said boyfriend to kill it. He grabs it with a paper towel, it wriggles, he squeaks, it falls on the floor, and he steps on it...end 'o' story for good old Charles up there (named them Charles after an annoying ex-potential boy thing that cried all the time...) So that was that...how it happened in my mind however...a different story all together.
*Me making a sammich minding my own
*Mr. Centipede: Hey...whatcha makin'. Looks good. Btw, Imma crawl on your face later...that cool?
*Me: Oh hey there Mr. Centi....SWEET BABY JESUS! (poops out of fear, runs to get boyfriend)
*Mr. Centipede: Hey...wait...I just wanted to crawl around and disappear under things like a magician when you try to catch me...thats all...and show up when you're doing laundry...and dishes...and taking a shower...(all of which have happened so far)

To be honest, they only bite if you mess with them, and they need moist places to live, but those freaking hell beasts can live up to seven years. Like really! who created this thing and what purpose does it serve? It eats bugs...yeah sure great but so do spiders! (don't get me started on spiders...too many legs AND eyes) These things honestly must have been put on the planet to freak the shit out of me.
No other strange creature has shown up so far but i think that one is enough. We tried to catch one the other day, but just got a couple of its legs WHICH CAN GROW BACK. Just can't win.