Horror of Horrors

Imagine the scene: I am dozing peacefully, visions of yarn and kitties and coffee floating down the dreamscape river in my mind when I feel a slight tickle on my arm. My sleeping self stirs slightly and the tickle moves very quickly up my arm toward my armpit causing me to sit bolt upright in bed. I am being accosted, my dears, by a roach in my boudoir! On my scantily clad self! At 3 am! The roach is flung across the room and hits the wall with a sickening crunch and scurries under the dresser. I catch my breath and look at the cats who seem to think that the bed policy is "the more the merrier." Sleep eludes me and dawn breaks. Off to the store to buy the economy pack of Large Roach Baits. This means war you little bastards.