NOT cockroaches. I took two years off my life spraying my stuff with industrial strength moving from one dive to a cockroach free apartment in Chicago, and they still give me the heebie jeebies. You haven't LIVED until angry bugs come flying out of your iron or your coffee grinder.

Then I moved to Florida (bad idea) and met the 3 inch flying kind.

I say, burn this sucker down and build another one.

Now, THERE's a campfire ...

seriously, lift a virtual one for my hardheaded 80 year old Dad, who got his pacemaker in late Friday. He's a right wing teetotaller, so this is most apropos thanks.