Which is why it's always uncomfortable and humbling to ask one for advice.
There's a particular bug - an enormous five-inch long American cockroach - that lives in my next door neighbor's basement. The talk around town is that this particular crawley has his ear to the ground about what's going on, so I asked around where to find him, and approached him for help.
The damned filthy vermin didn't answer my question. Instead, he said this:
"We cockaroaches like to dehydrate things, then stash the powder. For instance, that dust over there, wedged deep into that crack, as a dehydrated Volkswagon bus, with a camper-top and bed. You may notice it's a little purplish. Similarly, the innocence of rock and roll isn't gone. It has been dehydrated into a powder, and the powder is stored in a basement in Nashville, Tennessee. Be careful where you spill water in a basement or hidey-hole; you never know what we cockroaches may have dehydrated there."