A little entertainment, courtesy of Past Jennie:

[Aside, from 2021 Jennie: That was entertaining, and all. Then shit got real.]

The scene: I timidly peer over the edge of the tub. I can see that the roach, rather than running out of sight (my worst nightmare), has just crawled six inches over, flipped on its back, and is weakly waving its antennae. I grab my sneaker (the one that already contains a large amount of white cockroach innards) and quickly smash it down solidly on the roach a second time. I pick up the shoe and the antennae are STILL waving, although the roach is mostly two-dimensional by now. At this point I apparently take leave of my senses and smash the shoe down on the hapless cockroach three more times, shouting, “Be dead! Be dead! Be dead!” with each smash and run out of the room.

I may have a problem that goes beyond a cockroach in my bathroom.

And I still need a shower.