Last time I lived on the Big Island, it was on a propert that had vast numbers of centipedes. They get big, there. DH would catch them and put them in a glass jar at night and dispose of them the next day. Once we saw that overnight they seemed to have eaten each other up; parts left, and IIRC, none alive.
So “centipedes in a jar” is a phrase that in our house menas “Bad guys eat each other alive”.
Works for me. Thanks.
I heard the only treatment for centipede bite is to get drunk for three days.
That reminds me of a quote from an Elmore Leonard novel which I favor:
"Wonderful things can happen when you sow the seeds of suspicion in a garden of assholes."