There was a centipede by the window before bed last night. I chased it but my human killed it.
It was way at the top, and my human couldn't see it. I told him it was there and looked at it -- it was mostly too high for me to get to. Then he saw it, and took my roll of paper towels to try to kill it. He did, but the legs were still wiggling after they had been separated from the body.
I wonder if there are any more in the ceiling.