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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.
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