Hiding beneath the corner of a mattress near a desk that's put against it. In one of those gaps that need two big pieces of furniture moved to clean. I'd catch the drippings of liquid spills off the desk licking up old beer that's congealed like sap drips on the wood. Another bountiful plane of nutrition would be the box spring beneath the warm mattress, bits and crumbs would fall caught before tumbling to the floor where the larger 8 legged friends would be. Not even thirst is a problem, occasionally those like myself would wander writhed by scents of sweet sweat of those who rest upon their "own" domain.
