Last night I went out for a "couple" of drinks with a couple friends, only to end up quickly finishing more than a "few" drinks. The result: I power-walked home eight blocks clutching a bag containing a Big Mac. I got home, apparently watched an episode of 30 Rock on my computer that I don't recall seeing, and then went to bed with the music turned on loudly. And I managed to clean up all my McDonald's mess!
But I do remember this: I saw a silverfish on the floor scampering near my foot, and I quietly crept into the living room closet, pulled out the vacuum, and sucked it up before it could hamper away. Seems like my two legs are faster than your eighty-million, silverfish!