Growing Disenchantment

At first they were cute.  All brown and shiny with their little antennas that wiggled back and forth as they scurried about.  But now, especially in light of last night and a not so welcome appearance in my bedroom, I have grown increasingly disenchanted with the little buggers.  While not exactly 'Man's best friend,' I do feel that cockroaches have received a bit of a bad rap.  In fact, I was quite content coexisting with them for weeks, only occasionally running into the little irritations that are bound to happen in any living situation.  That was until they broke the cardinal rule of space sharing, Crossing the Line!  In this case the line was the staircase.  The outlawed area, anything past the first step, definitely not beyond the 5th step and absolutely not onto the upstairs floor.  Apparently though they have become a bit cocky and forward deciding that they should have full run of the house.  After one shot out from my under my bed all pleasantries were abandoned.  Needless to say there have been some casualties along the way and it is entirely possible that Fred is dead.