Rescued a tiny house centipede when my dad was spraying the patio walls with raid. It's for the ants, but I saw him running along the wall and the movement just said 'centipede' to me and getting closer confirmed it. I offered him my hand and he climbed on and I moved him to the other side of the patio. Hopefully he didn't get hit by it, he didn't seem sluggish at least. It felt really good to relocate him, though. He's just so young and I hope he has a chance at life. He was like a centimeter in length, with legs. Very tiny child.
That centipede is just a tiny sliver of optimism in an otherwise stupid situation where my dad is being a monster. Gotta put up with it though, because it's father's day.