I was brushing my teeth the other night when I noticed a silverfish in the bath. He (or she) was running around the bottom, trying to scale the slippery sides. Frantic. Despairingly, even - who knows what emotions a silverfish harbours…
But its efforts were futile, its tiny feet just couldn't find a grip. For a moment, I contemplated helping the poor thing. Ridiculous, I know. Fish moths are vermin!
Perhaps it will perish all by itself, like, from
