Something was scurrying under the shelves. Someone who didn't know better might think it was a bug; it clicked and clacked. But no bug could be that big, could it?

Someone who did know better wouldn't be alone in a dark library at night. It was a bug. Or, rather, two bugs, chasing each other through the stacks. It was never hard to raise cockroaches; where there were two, there would be ten tomorrow. But for now, just two, skittering out from underneath the shelf to find out what, exactly, smelled so delicious.