Hi, my name is Joe, and I work in a button factory. Not!

[azurelunatic]

I was preparing supper last night when Gregor -- or perhaps it was archy -- came out from under the refrigerator. I have enough insect-cunning in me that I waited until he was clear of the refrigerator before bringing my well-shod foot down in a decisive stamp.

I've struck a blow against literature everywhere.

I know they like places to hide. Unfortunately, I have too many places like that. I'll be working on that. And probably obtaining and deploying some boric acid, as that seems to be the #1 safest substance short of diatomaceous earth, given that when I read up on it, it was explained as working physically rather than biochemically.