When we had 'em sometimes I would go into the kitchen when I couldn't sleep and watch the neurotoxin take its effect on them. Maybe I shouldn't confess this on the internet. But I really didn't like them.
You have to spray 'em, stomp 'em, smack 'em, whatever it takes. Otherwise they take over, their nasty little delicate antennae waving in your general direction, eggs everywhere, no control. Death struggle--agreed!Better days,Sheffe