Edwin saw Damon jerk the sculpture away quickly, and for a brief moment he thought that Damon, in his fear and frustration, might swing the thing at him. On impulse, one of Edwin's hands curled into a fist, but when Damon didn't move again, Edwin positioned himself so that his other hand was between them, holding a palm out to calm the guy. but he couldn't bring himself to relax until Damon was ready to but the statue down. It looked heavy.
"Alright, so maybe not Lysol," he said calmly, "but Borax will kill them. They can't survive everything. You know what borax is? It's in a lot of powdered laundry detergents. We can get some of that... and..."
He trailed off as the mirror caught his attention. There were still bugs crawling around the corners, and a nice crack in it now, but the reflection of Damon, and to a lesser extent, Edwin, had started to distort, like a funhouse mirror. Edwin could only point at it for a moment, then. "Is that new?"