Good thing I'm married or I'd be stuck in my own house with towels shoved under the doors, shades pulled down, and all the lights on. Here's a little convo via text between me and the hubs.
me: there's a roach in the laundry room and I'm about to shove a towel under the door
hubs: lol...smash him
me: he came crawling out, hit him with a shoe, screamed, ran away, convinced myself to clean up the guts while shuddering...come home!
hubs: I'm leaving now
me: ok good. I can't handle any more bug squashing. I'm spent.