they work at remaining unseen and I work at not smashing them to smithereens with whatever is handy, even (with much regret) Joann's coupons. BUT, when I am in "the library" and one comes from the baseboard, crawls on my foot, I scream (if no one is home to hear you scream, did it really happen?), and it just crawls back halfway and looks back at me...
IT IS BUG SPRAY WAR!
Now that I have to replace the broken toilet brush and have used half a gallon of bug killer in one small room, I feel peaceful.
