Well, at around 6:45 in the morning I was groaning as my head hurt like hell, I moved around trying to get back to sleep as it is a weekend. looked to my right, there was a fucking centipede, my thoughts were more along the lines of, "OH SHIT RUN RUN". And I did just that, out of the room and into the living room. My head still hurt like hell, drank some chocolate milk with some painkillers. Then I realized, I wasn't really bit,those fuckers bring hardened veteran Border patrol agents crying and to their knees, as I happen to have one of these said men as a neighbor. My hair, movement, and other factors probably made it make multiple attempts to sting me, it failed. Then I had to kill the centipede of course, took a blanket and went into my the room. By now I had sandals instead of being barefoot. We circled around and I went forward, it went at me, head throbbing of pain, I captured it in the blanket, I rolled it up and went outside. Killed the centipede and then went back to sleep, waking up at 11, still morning, still tired from playing SS13 at late times and killing centipedes. This is the first time I have been bitten by a centipede, though not really stung, the pain was there. Now, this is the Puerto Rican centipede if there was any confusion (I've heard the ones in Florida don't bite)
This is why you should never sleep in an air mattress.