I suppose knowing they're the life form most likely to survive a nuclear war is what makes them so bold. But unlike Don Marquis' correspondent Archy , the cockroach with the soul of a vers libre poet, the bug scuttling across our restaurant table had no literary pretentions. As far as I know, the only thing he ever got down on paper was himself when I squashed him into a paper napkin. As Archy wold have observed, "Transmigration of souls is a great game if you don't weaken."