Little girls 1, Roaches 0

Jesus, there's a roach in my shower curtain right now. I'm such a little girl when it comes to roaches. Ugh, this is disgusting.

Update: I grabbed a can of Raid from under the sink and peeked back into my bathroom. The beast was where I'd left it, rubbing its filth all over my curtain, it's lascivious antennae groping and probing. Sensing my presence, he crawled around to the back side of the curtain, where I couldn't be sure of his location. I crept forward, laying a Raid perimeter at the base of the shower and along the wall by where I'd last seen him. Now the moment of truth. I leaned my arm around the curtain and sent a cloud of poison toward his stronghold. A brown flash. He was moving. I jumped back, arm extended, Raid trigger finger cocked. I sensed movement to my left, from behind the sink--the little bastard came charging around the corner, legs churning like a rhinocerous. "Ah!" I screamed, and sent Raid all over my bathroom as I made my retreat. Immune to the fumes, he rumbled right at me, teeth nashing, antannae flailing--I could see the bloodlust in his eyes.

I ran. He followed. One last desperate volley of Raid was too much; he turned away from me, crawling up my TV, then behind it. I could hear him in his fury throwing his brittle body violently against the wall and the back of the TV. I kept running, expecting him to take flight at any moment. My hair was wet; if he alighted in it, I'd never get his thrashing carcass out of there. A few minutes later, I tentatively approached my doorway. I could see the dying monster twitching in a puddle of poison next to the TV. Then I made Danny go step on him just to be safe.