There's been some silverfish lately. Twice, when I've come home at night and flipped on the hallway lights and kicked my sandals off on my doormat, one huge one has scurried out from beneath another pair of sandals and made a run for the couch. First time I missed it, but second time I got it.
The other night, too, a very very tiny one (about the size of a closed staple) scurried out from underneath my upright IKEA lamp as I was reading "Twilight". I also smashed it.
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