Specifically, I hate the roach that played peekaboo with me from the top of my kitchen cabinets at 5 a.m.
Yes, I saw you! And then I got up on a chair and the counter and saw that you live in a three-inch hole in the wall that was obscured by the cabinets.
There will be no more games as of Thursday. Thursday is your death day. On Thursday the exterminator comes and then they will plug up your hole and I'll never have to sleep in fear again.