Clowns and snakes are two things that never even remotely tingled my horror vibes.

Centipedes (and scorpions) on the other hand, irrational cosmic horror.

Years ago, I moved to a new part of the world I'd never lived in before. Shortly after getting settled in, I saw my first (completely harmless and highly beneficial) house centipede. I freaked. That asshole animal literally LEPT off the wall aimed straight after my jugular vein. I flicked it to the floor, removed my flip-flop and flung the footwear directly onto that critter. Smashed 90% of its legs off, and the monstrosity still slithered right at me without skipping a beat. What the fuck are they made of? What the fuck is their motivation?