Crap crap crap, I just surprised and terminated a soldier of the Six Legged Army on my refrigerator. I'm praying it was just a scout that came in under the back door, since a panicked sorting-out of the frankly shameful state that the kitchen had fallen into through long complacency didn't turn up any evidence of reinforcements, but professional help's going to be called in as soon as we can lay hands on the number. [Edit: She had the number on her, he's coming at 4, hurray...] Zero Tolerance, dammit.
...Hurray, exterminator was actually a bit early. He surprised (and smooshed) another bug when he moved the fridge out, but says that as nests go it looks like we've caught it while it was still a starter-home, so we should be good. Take that, ye naysayers about my level of insect-related paranoia...
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