Death of a friend

Sid the Spid lived in our bedroom.  I've been aware of him since around August.  I've brushed him from my face when I've been dozing off, I've seen him in the corner of the ceiling minding his own business, he's a harmless room mate (more than I can say for MrsDB).  Sadly, this morning I found him curled up under a chest of drawers.  It looks like he passed away of his own accord.  Neither MrsDB or I would harm him, he was no problem, indeed he probably ate more flies that we ever knew about.  Tara Sid.  Maybe Son of Sid will appear when Springtime returns?