I saw my first roach in our building last night as I did some laundry. It was quite funny, it kind of reminded me of that scene in Beetlejuice where the roach is all huge and is like, “Hi, how ya doin?”. I went about my business and put my clothes in the washer, when I realized it had climbed to about eye level on the wall. So I took off my sandal and tried to swat him. He escaped by dropping to the floor, no big deal. I left and let my clothes wash. I went back down at the end of the drying cycle of my first load and noticed there is no roach to be found. That's when I looked up for some strange reason and saw a roach falling at great speed towards me complete with the imagined high pitched “BANZAI!”. I leapt to the side only to have him land on my foot. Normally this would be no big deal, but I don't like creepy crawlies on my feet ever since I stepped on a centipede and got stung. So I flipped out and kicked my foot. The roach sailed through the air and I swore I heard a high-pitched, “I'll be BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!”. I thought nothing of it as he scurried under the garbage can and went about my business again. I finished up and found the roach eye level on the wall again. Like a samurai of old I unsheathed my sandal and felt its familiar weight in my hand. Then with a war whoop I swung, putting everything I have into it. No roach will best me. He scurried away, because of my whoop, but I compensated and nicked him anyway. The roach fell to the floor and began to writhe in what can only be agony(I hoped), and began to limp off. I prepared for the killing blow, when I realized, he had fought with honor, so I let him limp under the floor heater. All I can say is he better be a he and not a pregnant she, otherwise Im fucked when I go back to the laundry room.