It started about a week ago. Every morning a roach would patiently sit in the kitchen sink and wait for me to wake up and make coffee. One morning there would be two of them, then three, then one. There were mornings when none would show up, only to show itself later in the day. I knew that the day would come when I would turn the kitchen upside down to hunt those disgusting creatures down. And today was the day. I knew G wouldn't approve of my hunt but I already started the demolition without him, so when he came home, he could do nothing but help me. I found about a dozen of live roaches, and even more that I killed to prevent them from escaping. G was sitting in his chair and laughing telling me he saw a couple of them running along the bedroom wall, just right above my head. I told him he better be joking or I would turn the bedroom upside down too.
It seems like our place is infested by roaches. A mouse or a roach, which is the worst?
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