Temporal, our desicritics.org's poet/editor wrote a fantastic poem about my pest ordeal and when one reads inbetween the lines one realizes that in our skirmishes against our fellow creatures we tend win the battles but not the war for they tend to live on while we are reduced to dust.

Here is a little peek at temporal's poem

good riddance, dee(a tongue-in-cheek heading)

some deep early sunday morning thoughts and
if you are being picky ....fine make them
early sunday afternoon musings on them
roaches, rodents, insects and creepy crawlies
and the well meaning advice that pours in
from formulae developed in shiny labs
the sprays, chemicals, powders, roach motels
to those passed bosom to bosom developed
by folks long dust and ashes, long, long gone
(while ironically, the pests survive)