Far from the light where you can't see them right and the shadows which slither warn, "Wary!" slink the greatest of blights to fill all your nights: a business of kits making merry. Down come the books before you can look upon jaws stashing treats between pages, like a flock of fine rooks dash the shadows of crooks disguised as Nutrical-phages. You flick on the lights and with all your might you follow the pattern of hisses from them seeing THEIR blight: you with your light -- till they conquer again -- with their kisses! [Posted in FML issue 2284]