My daughter (total tomboy) once came into the house on a summer day and asked for an old washcloth. When I inquired WHY she needed an old washcloth, she informed me that she and Jake, the neighbor kid, were catching centipedes in his yard... *shudder* I gave her the washcloth under the condition that she NOT bring it back. Hate centipedes! If I found one in my wine, I think I'd give it up forever!!