unwanted guests.

So, when we moved into the flat, there were two silverfish in our bathroom. The were terrified of us, and we figured our being here would mean they left. They were quite young, it's probably their first place together, y'know?

Could we have been more wrong? They didn't leave. They had bebes. And then they had bebes, and then...you get the picture. I swear we're now living with about 20 generations of the bloody things. Little ones that run like fuck when you go near them, up to Grandaddy who sits on our blue bathmat and doesn't move cos he's so big he knows he can take your leg off if you go to tread on him.

So, anyone got any tips on silverfish eviction? Something less drastic than staking out the bathroom with a vacuum cleaner and picking them off one by one...