I became a pro at killing and disposing cockroaches in my old house in Lubbock. It was absolutely dreadful and I had goosebumps for several minutes after the ordeal... but most of them were already near death thanks to a beautiful thing called pest control. Perhaps I should pass their information along to the school district. THESE cockroaches are MUCH larger, MUCH uglier, and in MUCH better health than the cockroaches that I am used to.
Back to my friend from this morning...
I froze in place and started trying to think of what to do. I couldn't bear the idea of putting my foot close enough to the nasty creature to step on him, much less hear the crunch and get his guts all over the bottom of my cute little sandal.
Nope, not happening. I began searching frantically for something in my room that was long, flat, and disposable. Nothing. In 5th grade I invented something called the "Ug-Bug Catcher." Basically just a little rubbermaid container attached to a dowel stick, and the lid of the container attached to a second dowel stick. Put the container down on the floor in front of said bug, use lid to guide bug into the container, and safely dispose of the bug outside. All without bending down, getting anywhere near the bug, or having to actually kill it. My parents still hold one of these catchers captive and refuse to give it to me.
I grabbed some Lysol, opened the back door, and attempted to spray it at him while prompting him to run outside.