"When my ship comes in," says my friend, "It's gonna be overrun by roaches."
Personally, this would not make me happy. A roach in my house meets all-out war. Rolled newsprint, bug spray, ball bats — anything to get the varmit. It's a case of either me or the roach and — so far — it's always been me.
But my friend is overjoyed to be overrun.