Keegan called out, "Mommy, do centimeters bite?  I found one under the rug." 

The creature he found, more often referred to as a centipede, participated in our creepy crawly relocation program and was restored to an outdoor habitat.  That's more than can be said for the wolf spider couple I found in the bathroom yesterday.   They um, didn't have the opportunity of participating in the relocation program--at least not unless you believe in an afterlife for arachnids.  One of them was the biggest I've seen.  I wanted to put it in a mason jar to show to the children (who were in bed at the time), but didn't have gloves handy.  Cowardice won out over education.

In reflecting on Keegan's question, I determined that if centimeters bite they'd bite digits and feet... (Ken's rolling his eyes at me, but hey, he couldn't help but smile too, even while eye rolling.)