I hate roaches with every fiber of my being. I hate their little legs, I hate their antennae, I hate their ultrasmooth nasty brown backs, and I hate how they're lightning quick and crawl all over your food at night. At my old house, I came home from school one day to find two gigantic roaches in the sink. Normally, I would scream in fear, but instead I pulled a kitchen knife out of the drawer and stabbed them both to death (I got rid of the knife, since you asked). Then one day, I moved to an upstairs apartment. Hallelujah, I haven't seen a single roach in eight months of moving here! I guess they don't wanna bother climbing stairs. EDIT: Okay, I moved again, and this new apartment is just CRAWLING with them. The little baby ones keep crawling on the kitchen counter, even during the day time (Don't roach parents care about the trouble their kids are getting into?). The only good thing is, the little monsters are easy to kill. Their parents are a different story. Today, I saw a smallish adult one scurrying along the counter, and since I always resolve to kill every roach I see (It saves me from mulling about whether the one I didn't kill ends up popping up at an inopportune time in my box of Froot Loops), I took the nearest object (a wrought-iron angel statue...talk about divine intervention) and started slamming it down in hopes of killing it. It took about 20 or so tries (The adult ones are FAST), but I finally ended up decapitating it. The worst part was I had to watch the poor beast's headless body's legs flail around helplessly AND its severed heads' antennae flagellate around as well until death finally took it. And this was during lunch, too. Oh, yeah, hope none of y'all were reading this before dinner. And just a few minutes ago, I noticed several roaches of varying ages congregating around an occupied electrical socket on the kitchen wall. So of course I whipped out a knife, being cautious to wrap my hand in a cloth first, so I don't end up jamming the metal in the socket and getting myself electrocuted (That'd be a "Darwin Award" moment, for sure). I managed to kill most of the smaller ones, but the big ones always seem to escape into some dark, unreachable crevasse. And so my battle with the roaches continues. Until another day!