The light bulb in the basement burned out two weeks ago. It broke while I was fighting the demon that lives down there. I usually don't go down there, but I needed more rice krispie treats. In hindsight, I didn't need to kill him. With that demon, it's kind of a swiper no swiping deal and he won't attack. After all he did keep the Jehovah's witnesses away. I remember the only time they came to my door, the demon rose out of the floor boards and ate one of them. It was definitely one of the top three funniest things I've ever seen. In fact, I was missing him so I tried eating a child from a third-world country, because that's what we fed him. Really, the taste of human flesh isn't that bad.