I'll tell you what cockroaches DON'T like...

[DanaC]

So....you have roaches and you chose to torment and taunt the roach to death?


Poor little bugger. Running pell mell for cover and safety, every avenue terrifying and deadly.

[glatt]

We used to have roaches, back when I was building my kayak in the basement. I found one of them once after it had gotten itself stuck in a drop of epoxy the morning after I was working on the kayak. I really don't understand how it possibly could have done that, but it was alive, with its rear legs frozen in a drop of now hardened epoxy.


It lived just long enough for me to take a couple pictures.

[Flint]

Originally Posted by DanaC

So....you have roaches and you chose to torment and taunt the roach to death?


Poor little bugger. Running pell mell for cover and safety, every avenue terrifying and deadly.

Yes, YESSS. That's it, exactly. The intention was to inflict maximum psychological terror (if possible, or applicable) not just quick death.

Does this make me a sociopath?

This isn't a living thing that is of the class I feel empathy towards. I killed this thing the same way a flu virus kills a little African kid--viciously, horrifically, and with no remorse. In this case I was taking revenge for the psychological terror that these things inflict upon me, with their incompatible nervous system sending out it's creep-vibes, making me shudder. I know they do it. They're alien. They're not life as we know it. I feel perfectly justified in regarding them as an enemy that needs to be terrified, tortured, and disposed of in the worst way possible. And I sincerely hope that they send out some kind of distress signal, notifying any others nearby that a hell of unimaginable magnitudes is what they will find in my house.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Remember, if you step on a cockroach you'll be tracking eggs everywhere you walk, so clean the bottom of your shoe.

[lumberjim]

Originally Posted by Flint

Yes, YESSS. That's it, exactly. The intention was to inflict maximum psychological terror (if possible, or applicable) not just quick death.

Does this make me a sociopath?

This isn't a living thing that is of the class I feel empathy towards. I killed this thing the same way a flu virus kills a little African kid--viciously, horrifically, and with no remorse. In this case I was taking revenge for the psychological terror that these things inflict upon me, with their incompatible nervous system sending out it's creep-vibes, making me shudder. I know they do it. They're alien. They're not life as we know it. I feel perfectly justified in regarding them as an enemy that needs to be terrified, tortured, and disposed of in the worst way possible. And I sincerely hope that they send out some kind of distress signal, notifying any others nearby that a hell of unimaginable magnitudes is what they will find in my house.

I recommend beheading them, and posting their heads on toothpicks in your windowsills.

[xoxoxoBruce]

Beheading doesn't kill them, they'll keep laying eggs like the energizer bunny until they starve to death.