OMG, lizzibith. Pets? That's weird, even for LoT.
I hate to say it, but she's already dead. This actually happened over the weekend. I actually almost felt bad about it. Almost. Michael did the dirty deed (I can't smash bugs, I hate the sound), so the guilt was a few steps removed. Besides, she prompted me to call the exterminator anyways, so I'm sure we did her a favor. Smashing has got to be kinder than a neurotoxin. We're only spraying the garage and outside, as I'm not going to have pesticides in the house, so I hope it works.