I don't do cockroaches
When I arrived at the office this morning, I immediatley noticed there was a dead cockroach next to my desk. And let me tell you, this motherfucker was huge. Biggest one I've seen in a long time. I've learned that a dead-looking cockroach is sometimes not-so-dead and a sure fire way to tell is to blow air on it. So that's what I did. I blew and blew, but there was no movement. It was dead dead. Every time I left my desk, I would feel relief as soon as I could see it. Not because I like cockroaches, though I do like dead cockroaches much better than living cockroaches, but because a few too many times I have seen a seemingly dead cockroach disappear. This cockroach has been next to me all day and I'm not so much as touching it with a broom. I'll tell the building super about it on my way out for the evening. I don't do cockroaches.