Another bug at the Danish Haven: a second earwig.

So last night I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and was crossing my tasteful natural-fiber IKEA rug to turn on the gentle-lighting IKEA upright crepe lamp, and when I stepped on the lamp turn-on switch, an earwig skittered away from the floor by there and I had to coax it out of the floorboards to crush it. The earwig was over by the part of the floor where I had treated scrapes with olive oil where the porn-loving Asian tenant who had preceded me in the premises had had his bed, which he had never put rubber scrape-protectors on. I'm wondering if the earwig was attracted to the food or something -- do earwigs love olive oil?