10/28 - 4: I remember...... the world series is really hard to pick; if you know baseball history. But going with Cleveland, and on that note while thinking of it. Have you ever seen the movie Frequency with Jim Caviezel? Great show, if you have not.....
Out there has a little friend show up a four inch centipede, it did not make it. Sorry outside things are depending on what they are free to roam, but I was taught in the house, no no. goodbye.
They had many dogs, and two became friends with me instantly. One a blue heeler and looked like an Australian Kelpie? big ears. there was one fly by me on the wall, the dog about thirty feet away and could hear it. So as I work it is waiting most of the time, just waiting and watching, within feet of me. I am moving tall ladders, heavy stuff it lays there. "I am safe." I feel worried about it, this is heavy dude.
Clean up time, I am grabbing the cut little pieces of wire, stripped outer jackets, the dog is right beside me, and raising it's right paw, ears to the ground. I move, a paw down. I laugh and grab some more, paw down. We start to play. The dog so wants to get that "Whatever." it is. So I get real silent and take a piece of plastic and move it on the ground. The dog becomes fascinated with it, head turning listening to the sound. Surprise the evil plastic comes up, and the dog opens it's mouth teeth bared, paw moving and it is thinking hard.
Down again to the paw, but he will not move, stone cold and waiting. I bait him and finally a lunge, and the romex plastic was his. I took it away fast though. So I continue to clean up and my better than friend is following me everywhere more closely. I go to the living room to clean some more and he comes by me and is ready for play time. A good back and forth, never once bite at me, but showed teeth, and even played half dead to get me back. It was a hoot.
I'll be going back today--as well as collecting things for her at the house, finding all the bills that need to be paid (it's getting to be about that time of the month), and--oh!--coaching my son's soccer team.
..tho I'm sad to hear you're working way too much and all the other stuff......sqounkers are nice! 
I hope the back pain isn't too bad...
