I grew up in the country. Most of my childhood was spent outdoors in the woods or harassing our neighbors' farms. So I thought I knew a thing or two about bugs. Cute, right? No one in Wisconsin knows about bugs. Trust me. Since moving south, I've had bugs in my house so big that I let them live only because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to kill them. That I would only anger them.
The absolute worst is the roaches. All my food is in jars or containers. I have a clean kitchen before I go to sleep. I call the bug guys again and again. I even put the extra dog food away at night. And still they come back. Case in point: this picture.
This was 5:12 this morning. Yes, there are multiple bugs inside the clock. Kill me.