Yeah, I know they do wondrous things in the garden. They also must
have wondrous sex in the attic area above my kitchen. I have vacuumed
up so far this year, oh, maybe a couple thousand of the little
bastards. Just now I damn near swallowed one that had committed
suicide in my coffee. A few days ago the coffee tasted especially
bitter and I am betting that one or more of the little twerps snuck
into the filter.