When I arrived home this evening, there was a cockroach waiting to greet me. I opened my door and there he was. He didn’t even skitter away when I gingerly stepped into my entrance way. I considered screaming, running in circles and waving my hands in the air (my usual response to a cockroach) but some of my students were in the hallway.
Cautiously, I ventured in a tiny bit further and closed the door. He just stood there, antennae waving boldly. Cheeky bugger.
I stepped on him.
Well, to be honest, I jumped up and down on him until he was a flat little cockroach pancake. And then I sprayed him with roach spray for good measure.
Then I busted out my arsenal.
Did I mention I hate cockroaches? 😀