As Summer would say, "unacceptable."
These freaking disgusting cockroaches (or 'waterbugs', as Jacqui affectionately calls them) keep making appearances in our apartment. The first time, I found one in my room, and screamed bloody murder. It was so bad Summer was using the bathroom but came running to my defense. She was great though, and helped me get it out of my room and we set it free on the balcony. We kind of expected it to fly, fly away, since these things have wings. But it didn't. It just dropped two stories to the street below.
The second time we saw one is documented HERE. Click there if you haven't. You won't regret it.
And the third time, it was in poor Edie's dog dish. By
Summer's her little dog toothbrush.
Here's how we handle the situation. Trap and set free. Only they run away SO FAST. He got away from me and ran under the stove. Then we coaxed him out and got him!
I can't cope. Summer was kind of embarrassed of the way I behaved, hyperventilating, cupping my ears, dancing on tip-toes and what-not. ICKY ICKY ICKY.