The rope briefly intrigues me, but first things first, I pull out the can of Coke Zero, open it, and dump it out a few feet away from the hole. I don't want to risk injuring the centipede. I then go back, gently take the centipede out of the hole, and look at him closely. He looks like a Herman, and so you say to him, "From now on, you shall be known as Herman, first of your name." The centipede waggles ... I don't know, 20ish feet in your direction as a sign of appreciation. You glance back in the hole, decide there's nothing more there for you, and turn your back to it. Herman wiggles a bit in a leftwards direction, and lacking any reason to favor one direction over another, you acquiesce to his decision and head left.