Yesterday I was going to plug my hair straightener into my power strip, when I saw the carcass of a cockroach sitting right there next to it all, "Yo!"
I didn't scream! I swear! (Proud?) But I did make a face kind of like this:
Thankfully the boyfriend was here and leapt into action. By that I mean he casually leaned over, picked the damn thing up with his fingers (sorry Vidya, I think you were just shown-up) and tossed it in the trash.
My concern is that the cockroach looked smaller than the previous one (this should be a good thing!) and I think it's because one or both of my cats (probably Lilah) ate the chewy nougat center, leaving only the crunchy shell behind.