It was scary enough that the roof was leaking. Leaking into the third floor and ruining the 75+ year old plaster. Not as scary, however, as the terrifying centipede that scurried out when we pulled a loose piece of plaster down. It was classic, I was standing behind my husband with my hands on his shoulders and when that centipede flew out we jumped back a good foot and a half in exact unison. It would have been funny if we weren't so scared. This one was huge. Scared the hell out of both of us. By the way, I've seen plenty of centipedes in my day, squishing them with my foot wearing nothing but a sock to killing a baby centipede with my fingers. Damn those things.