My worst nightmare...

It is said that cockroaches can survive a nuclear holocaust, that they are one of the hardest things to kill. Well, I'm here to tell you that they are. I have been battling the roach since I arrived in Grenada, a year and a bit ago and they are quite possibly the grossest creatures on the planet. The ones that I've encountered (too many to count) have been huge, seriously. Not just "in the heat of the moment" huge, but truly big. I'm talking about two inches long. They have the hardest shells(makes it hard to smash) and these giant antennae. They can scurry so fast that you can loose track of them on an open floor and they can fit into a hole of any size. I'm telling you all of this because for the past two blissful months, I have not seen one cockroach, not one. I could hardly believe my luck when I got back to Grenada after Christmas break, I thought that I was free. I thought that we had got rid of them once and for all. Well, I thought wrong. They're back. I came into the house after a whole day away, Zach turned on the lights and I went to the sink to put a cup in and there it was-staring me in the face. Zach kindly "disposed" of it for me and I have been jumpy ever since. I swear it was the biggest one of all, the mother of all cockroaches. Here it was, my enemy, the reason our electric bill is so high (I keep all the lights on so they wont come out) back again. And to top it all off, they have multiplied and the eggs have started to hatch, infant cockroaches running around our apartment. Another generation, ready to grow up and terrorizes us yet again. Will it ever end?!