So in my 32+ years of existence, I've never seen a cockroach until last night. I came back from a wedding really late last night and after not having used the bathroom AT ALL in the 8+ hours I was there, I decided it was probably best if I did. I look over at the still empty, still needing to be broken down and still needing to be put in the trash box my TV came in and low and behold, a little guy is crawling up the side of my wall.
I have to say, he was much faster than I thought he would be... and he was much smaller than I expected. I think I've seen a few too many sci-fi movies where these things are giant and leave a big wet gooey spot on your shoe after you squish them. Don't worry, I got him, because as much as I value little critters as much as big ones, this bitch needed to die for being in my kitchen.