I've had this thing for years and haven't done anything with it. I was reminded of it a few weeks ago when my cat meowed at me until I followed him into the kitchen early one morning. There on its back in the middle of the room was a dying cockroach, probably the victim of the misdirected hunting instincts of our feline: he has no rodents to chase and he is above killing mere insects, usually only injuring them before meowing until someone comes to finish the creature off. After I was spraying some anti-roach spray in the basement another dead one turned up. While sitting in my home office afterwards I saw my icon of St John of Kronstadt and incredulously thought of the phrase "icons and cockroaches" and how it should be an attractive metaphor for Russian history of even life in general and not just a description of things that happen to be in my home at any given time. That led to "Hey, didn't I start a blog a while back named something like that".