I came home the other day and noticed someone had been eating my porridge. "Someone's been eating mine too," said my husband. "And there he is!" I got my shotgun and pointed it at the roach. Bam! He's gone now.
OK, it wasn't a shotgun; it was a slipper. But the result was the same -- A big BAM! and guts flying everywhere.
Roaches in winter is something new, especially the births: I now have thousands of baby roaches that are so tiny, they are all antennae.