This friendly little fellow surprised me today when I saw him beside our bedroom door. Zaak assured me that he wouldn't crawl into bed with us, that he probably eats flies and other such pests and so to let him be. I toyed with the idea then gently swept him outside. A little while later I went to see if he was still there and he was back in the house! So maybe he's on a mission or something; I guess I'll leave him alone. I'm thankful he's not a rata, raton or cucaracha anyway. (All of those are so close to the english words that you can get my meaning I'm sure).