I seem to have an affinity with insects nowadays.

I don't understand why... I have found baby cockroaches periodically over the years in my room. My room is super clean... my maid is really mad about cleaning... when she had nothing else to clean today... she went up the roof to clean it... and my mother screamed at her frantically to come down for fear of her falling down. Sigh... I ask my mother and she said it must be the pile of books and papers I have in my room that made ideal breeding places for cockroaches. I don't like to kill anything... because I think every single living thing created must have a reason for living on earth... but I kill 2 things... mosquitoes and cockroaches. To lessen my guilty feeling.. I tell myself I am killing them so that they won't breed resulting in me having to kill more cockroaches and mosquitoes of the nxt generation... what warped logic.