My office has a cockroach problem.
We also have an exterminator. This means that we see a lot of roaches in the halls, but 95% of them are nearly or completely dead. I’ve largely given up trying to convince my coworkers that these feeble husks are not a threat—a cockroach that cannot flip itself right-side-up cannot hurt you either.
Still, I understand that roaches are icky. Also, since I’m rather fond of attention, I don’t mind being the brave soul who picks up dead bugs and throws them away.
In addition to the corpses, we occasionally encounter unpoisoned roaches that present more of a challenge. This past week featured one very, very alive specimen who was dedicated to being as terrifying as possible, and after a quick bout of panic I felt like the Ultimate Warrior Woman.
I think this victory calls for cake.