> As Frank Black once sang, RING THE BELL

You're pretty sure you already tried that, but sure.

And lo! at the knell of the requiem bell,
A stirring aloft in the rafters fell—

A loathsome shade, from the depths exiled,
With hunger for sinew, and thirst so wild.

When its eye on a maiden’s bosom dwells,
So gore will spew with mirthful yells!

> ST: Use the cage on the crow.

What crow, numbnuts?