Many moons ago I was walking around in my socks and I stepped on a palmetto bug. I call them that to make them less gross but let’s face it, it’s a giant fucking flying cockroach. (iy from the south yk)
I almost puked from the pop it made underfoot and insides squishing out.
However, for us southerners this is not a tenable dynamic.
So I put in the work. And now when my kid crushes one of these things and flushes it down the toilet with a smile, I know I’m doing it right. They will be independent, strong humans who keep their house clean from infestations.
But of course if there is ever a roach they can’t reach, I will not hesitate to squash it for them, no matter how distasteful it is. Any flying creature really.