....cockroaches? Since I moved to Wyoming, I haven't seen A SINGLE cockroach! In the South, as soon as I cracked the door to enter the house at night, a roach would sail over my shoulder (seemingly as big as a B-52) and fly into the house leaving me to hunt the big b*****d down. We had the little stinky German roaches, the Red Menace, AND the big American roaches, the Brown Bombers.
I preferred the Brown Bombers because those big boys were not as numerous, didn't stink so much, and were easier to poison thanks to their voracious appetites. However, they could fly and fly well.
Do you know what it feels like to be engrossed in a movie on the tube and suddenly a roach 3 inches long runs across your face in the dark?
And why do they always feel wet?