I killed a cockroach today. It hid behind the ceramic mug she left that said “World’s Greatest Wifey.” Legs stretched around the mug. I didn’t want to squash it. Too messy. Scalding water from the stainless steel faucet rushed it to the drain. It struggled to breathe as I turned on the coffee pot. It burned. It drowned. It slipped down the drain. Beth says it came in because of the rain. I have a feeling that it’s been scampering around in the walls.