It is called The blackbeetle, and is a purely domestic drama.
“He would squash Heemskirk like a blackbeetle all the same,” I remarked.
It is to the death, and has been going on for years, the combatants being the red cockroach and the blackbeetle.
If a blackbeetle crawls across it it suffers a sort of paralysis.
The blackbeetle problem they solve by planting tomato slips inclosed in paper.
Shouting would frighten a burglar, or a rat, but would have no effect on a blackbeetle, or a ghost.
Worst of all, I was victimised by the presence of a blackbeetle in a plate of clear soup served me at my club.