Somewhere in our house, a cockroach the size of a small Boston terrier is lying in wait for me. I came home to find it skulking at the top of the stairs, and when I tried to nab it with a shoe, of course I missed, and it went scuttling around the corner and into my sewing room. Where I am now, armed with said shoe and a can of Raid, and jumping every time something black (like the end of the power cord for the iron) catches my eye. I am positive it is only waiting for me to relax my vigilance so it can come leaping out and be gross at me!!!

Aaron's not home yet. This could be a long night...

Update, 11:30: I found it again, while on the phone with celticdragonfly, who got to hear my shrieks of ickitude and "Die, dammit, die!" as I chased the vile thing across the hall with the Raid. I'm pretty sure I gave it a good dose before I lost it again...but I'm also pretty sure I managed to chase it right off the balcony...so somewhere in my living room is a poisoned cockroach. Hopefully the next time I see it, it will be a dead cockroach.