All of our other unit mates were too scared. They ran away and hid on their beds. And told us "kill it!" She killed more because I didn't have any shoes on (so I wouldn't step on them), so my only defense was Raid.
Cockroaches are el grosso. Tell me why, again, do cockroaches exist? I seriously haven't come up with a good enough reason.
(And no, I did not take that picture- I got it from a science blog.)
P.S. There were a bunch in drawers, and so Becca bleached a drawer. I washed some pans with normal dishsoap, but when I looked down a few minutes later, my shirt had bleach spots on it.
:( I hate it when that happens! Oh well...
