I hate roaches. Not because they are ugly as all %$#* but because they refuse to stay outside. I live in Georgia, which means roaches by the score in the summer. And they are big &$#*ers too. I have over 80 confirmed kills in the last two years which are the only times I've had real roach issues. This thing shows up on one of my roommates' dirty dishes in the sink (I keep trying to get her to wash em but that's another tale), I manage to get a couple of clear shots at it with a close combat weapon (read: Sponge) and it is on it's back, flailing. I come back with a wad of toilet paper to apply the necessary constriction and pressure to ensure demise. I then decide to take a picture of the roach corpse. So I go get my camera to take a picture so people will believe that I have to deal with these massive suckers. So I take a picture and right after, it rolls over and tries to skitter off. I slam it for the 8th time and then thoroughly crush it before I disposed of it.

Here is the pic I took of it, my hand is shown for size reference. This pic is not for the squeamish, stay away if you are. For the record the brownish splotchs on the tissue are the roach's insides. The tissue was clean and fresh when I used it on the roach.