Old Bay---
Would you believe that my daughter had one of those critters for a pet???She called him Mercutio (spelling is butchered I'm sure) after a Shakespearian character but we called him Damian behind his back because he was the devil incarnate---all of us were afraid of him because he had inflicted vicious bites on both my husband and myself. He only was nice to our daughter. I know that had we been in a garden battle with him we would have lost. ha! The funniest story ever was the night that my 18 year old son fell asleep on the couch and woke up to find "Damian" (who had escaped his cage) inches away from you know what and the horrific scream that roared through the house afterword. Luckily, our son and his manhood remained intact, and the screaming scared off "Damian" who was coaxed back into his cage. Alas, Damian, went to that great big burrow in the sky-------tried hard as I could to squeeze out some tears, but the lemon juice just wasn't working.