The Blood of Another Silverfish...

...is on my hands. Nell spotted it near the ceiling in the hallway. With sandal in hand I confronted the hideous beast. The battle was well and truly joined as my foe parried left, its hundreds of feet flailing, undulating. I jumped back, momentarily dazed by the creature's other-worldly speed. I regained my composure and launched another attack. The many-legged demon tried to scurry left, but its efforts were in vain. As I brought the sole of the sandal to rest atop his lanky frame, the soul of the Silverfish left its body, descending back into Hell whence it came. Though I was relieved to have been victorious in battle, I was left with a deep respect for my adversary. Despite his small stature, his heart had shown itself to be far larger than the mortal frame which carried it. And as I wiped his guts off of my Birkenstock, I began to feel the pangs of loss for a worthy foe. A pain only a warrior in battle can understand.