SouthernMoss (and Norton, possibly) have freed me from further Cylon attacks. No longer will worm tooth blades threaten my throat .... yeah, yeah, enough, already. Seriously, though, our tech person (SoMo) is right on. Unfortunately, Norton stepped in this afternoon, so I can't document whom did what, but am confident reporting the worm died in the sand, lacking water for sustenance, with multiple .45 bullet holes. Don't really care whom killed what, but what's amazing is SoMo's and Norton's stuff coming together to defeat the enemy.
After Norton did it's thing, I executed SoMo's intructions. All is good now