On the one hand I am repulsed beyond description. I have this memory of going into my house one night when I was a little kid and turning on the light and seeing three roaches fly straight toward me. The memory is burned into my brain and comes back anytime I see their reviled kin. But on the other hand I am oddly proud of my second born. Kristin is a sensitive little soul, always looking for a way to create a bright spot in the world (she has picked up more trash in this town than I can tell you), and always taking in new experiences with wonder and amazement. She is going to be an unbelievable writer some day. And she did something I could not have done without a welders mask, a stiff drink, and neoprene gloves. She keeps telling me how wonderfully nice this roach was, how it just sat placidly in her palm while she petted it. She would like one for a pet. I balked but we do have rats. And I am pretty certain you can feed a roach just about anything.
-Jenni