Say "Ello to my little friend".

Well, you can't. Because he's dead.
He died. He's gone! Good riddance.
He lived in my laundry, quietly awaiting some delicious human flesh, and lay little babies in her victims eyes!!!
But not this time flesh eater! SHe ended up in the wash, on hot, with bleach and lavender scented soap.
Kill it. Kill it with fire. You madam flesh eater, are not my friend.