And one more thing: if I find one more god-damned spider in my room I'm going to have a conniption. I fucking hate spiders and they seem to be seeking my room out. I killed a pair of them running around my computer speakers about 3 days ago. Then about an hour ago, two of the insufferable, eight-legged little demons descended from the ceiling, like a pair of helicopter assault troops. So I opened fire upon them with a spray-bottle... my "Formula" 409th Artillery Bde. (the All-Purpose Cleaners). I think they're attacking me. I must have enraged them when I slew their brethren, but it's my room and by-god I'll continue smiting them until the room is carpeted with arachnid carcasses... death to all spiders!