Every morning and night, I check the garage for more of my brown and black friends. By clearing out more stuff from there on Sunday, they have become easier to see on the floor.
This one was walking around near the front of the garage. After giving him a nice boric acid bath, I gave him the keys to check into his very own motel! His antennae fluttered around the outside of the box; no warning signs sounded in his primitive roach brain. Within a minute, he walked up and settled down into his new home. This cockroach won’t be checking out.