He periodically exterminated them in his own condo, but it was a
many-floored apartment building and it is very difficult to keep your place
clean of bugs if your neighbors don't care about their own. Sooner or later their pests will find a way into yourhome.

Jim was in the kitchen when a cockroach elicited his attention by running from under the sink to hide next to the table leg. The man grabbed a bottle of the bug spray and noticed with vexation the container was empty.

Keeping his eyes on the cockroach, Jim boiled some water and splashed it at the insect.

The bug fled, seemingly unharmed, but only at first sight, for the gigantic scalding wave had rushed toward it, and, sensing its oncoming destruction, the cockroach had run as fast as it could, but was not out of the way before the hot steam reached its right back leg.

The intolerable pain forced the cockroach to leave the shelter that now appeared not so safe after all.

Despite its instinct not to cross a lit space, there was no choice, and the cockroach raced forward.

Something huge and unrecognizable crashed to the floor next to the cockroach; the man tried to kill the bug with a mop handle.

The cockroach could only run for its life without stopping. Its badly scalded leg checked its usual speed and the next strike almost marked its end.

The cockroach reached the wall and rushed up.

Now the cockroach was running along the ceiling. It was difficult even for the insect; its crawl slowed.

Seeing this Jim smiled, preparing the last strike that should smash the
bug for sure. He kept his eyes on only the cockroach and when he stepped into
the now cooled water on the floor he didn't notice anything was wrong until his feet slid.

Jim fell flat onto his back, and if anyone had been in the room they would have heard the cracking sound that came when he hit his nape against the edge of the kitchen counter.

But there were no people around, and sickening cracks did not matter to
the insect.

The cockroach lost contact with the ceiling and flew down, landing on
the man's face between his lips and nose. There was no breathing here, but a bug cannot be expected realize the meaning of that.

The legs of the cockroach
caught up some scarlet fluid as it crossed the face, and the same red liquid was on the floor, but insects see colors differently than do humans.

Finally the cockroach reached the sink again. It was dark and warm here, seemed safe, so the bug stopped and began washing itself.

The stuff on its legs was edible and the insect felt satisfied.

'Not a bad place for living', it thought. 'When I finish my meal I should invite my relatives
and friends.'

And so it did.

Rid Your Home Of Cockroaches
If you dare!