Days later, my best friend visited. I asked him to deal with the cockroach for
me. He said it moved when he lifted the
glass. He took it with toilet paper and
flushed it down the toilet. Later when I
was cleaning the sink, I saw traces of roach poop where the roach had been
trapped. Its last few days were spent
trapped and shitting. At the promise of
freedom, it was killed and flushed.
I felt badly about that. Killing it when I first saw it would have
been the more decent thing to do.
Yes, I felt badly about that. Some days are like that for me.
Ah, yes . . . death is tough even for a cockroach.
I scream when I see a cockroach, then grab the nearest paper or tool and kill it with all my might. I would spray the sink area down with bleach to disinfect. Never trap it again as it will only spread germs. Nasty things they are and they reproduce quickly. They deserve to die.
why do they always seem to appear at two in the morning? And the ones that suddenly fly - augh! But I always feel a little bad when I kill a bug - except mosquitoes.
It was the quality of its life that made me feel badly. My problem with killing it is a "girl" problem with disgusting squishy things. I think killing it initially would have been more humane.