I remember going out in the Chihuahua desert outside Carlsbad to do some snake hunting with a couple of amigos. I was walking along in a dried up arroyo. Stopped for a minute to look around and get my bearing when I suddenly felt something crawling along my boot. I stand still, look down expecting to see a diamond back, instead there is the biggest damn centipede I ever saw in my life.
Now it may have been a case of overkill, but I pulled my Smith M-29 and shot the damn thing between my feet. One half went one direction, the other half went another direction, and I stood there thanking the good Lord that I was already wearing brown jeans.
I'm surprised you didn't liquify the thing when you shoot it!