Mr. Yuck says do not lick the wall

The firm picnic was not as exciting as last night's gambling evening, although there was tasty barbequed chicken. Of course, being back home is no great shakes either. My entire apartment reeks of Raid due to a late night encounter with some kind of two inch long, multi-legged insect that crawled out of the windowsill right by my face. If anything can survive the chemical dousing I spent the greater part of the morning performing, it deserves this apartment more than we do.