At first, I pulled out a step ladder and a napkin. I had visions of myself intrepidly climbing the ladder to face the BHPOO in hand-to-multi-leg combat, mano e bugo. But then I remembered I'm chicken.
Instead, I grabbed Plan B, and B is for broom. I thrust Plan B in the BHPOO's squirmy face and smashed him into the ceiling. Then I dragged him along for a bit to ensure total annihilation. Didn't want him coming after me; he knows where I live!
Now I think it might be in my best interest to discard this broom and pick up a new one. I'm not quite brave enough to flip it over and pick the bug bits out of the bristles. Gross.