So I came home from the library this afternoon...and was greeted by a warning from my housemate, Steph, about the cockroach on the ceiling. After realizing the seriousness of the situation (I could not bring myself to walk down the hall), Steph assured me she would "take care of it." So I went outside and waited patiently. After a few minutes, I realized that she may have been attacked and called out to her..only to find that the creature had moved quickly into our other housemate's room. Steph came out the front door victoriously when I asked her, "Did you crunch it?" When she replied that she had only "sprayed it"...with an absolute assurance that it was dead...I was still skeptical...so I remained outside until my friend Randy came over...after telling him that I could not go in the house because of the cockroach, he valiantly marched in and "took care of the situation." But when he heroically emerged from the house to get me, he informed me that indeed it was dead...it had been sprayed. So now I sit here in my room all alone in the house...not knowing if the fiend is really dead or not...and not really even knowing its whereabouts. I realized that Cori is probably the only person in the world that understands my phobia of cockroaches...but I thought I would share. The pic is the horrible creature on our ceiling. Not the welcome home I was looking for.