I just lost an entry about the silverfish that just scuttled - yes, scuttled - across the desk and disappeared behind a phone book. It kept to the side to prevent squashing. You know, silverfish appear to have a second set of antennae on their derriere.
I've always wanted a set of antennae. You know, they could recognize psychic impressions of things like how people look without their clothes on. You know. Sexy people. Sexy people. I could call myself Bug-Boy and I could fight crime in highly ineffective ways.