At the break of early morning, the sight of an up-turned roach in a cereal bowl requires more than I am made of.

There it was, on its back with its nasty little legs kicking the last life of night as dawn spilled through the window. The bowl had a splash of water in it, and that oasis was surely the lure that drew the creature from whence it came.

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