I hate roaches... much more than I detest lizards and any other bugs. And if it happens to be a flying roach, that's end of me.
I can't imagine it scrawling on my hand, I hate the way it scrawls, I detest it's smell, in short I hate everything about it. So when there happens to be a flying roach in the same room, sure enough there are two flying and screaming things around - roach and me. Ok, may be it can't scream. But invariably it ends up flying towards me all the time... sigh.
So you should guess how much I try to avoid those creatures. But this time there was no escape. I am staying alone and I could easily sense two big roaches existing in the kitchen. My OWN Kitchen! Can you imagine how hard it must be for me to sleep in the same house? I spent whole night dreaming about slowly being gnawed by the roaches. Slightest flutter would wake me up. They were like monsters under my bed. :-(
First thing in the morning, I headed to buy "hit". Somehow I have this feeling that no other pesticide really works with them (Not that I have tried any other). That spray bottle looked like a life saving medication to me. Oh boy, I was so happy to spray it all around the house. But I think I spayed a bit too much of it. Forget roaches, even I was feeling a bit giddy later. :-D
And next day they were there for sure.... two big roaches.... near the kitchen sink.... completely dead.
Life never had been so peaceful since then.