The Second Battle of the Roaches took place a day or so ago. It was the morning of the carwash as I moved about, ready to put my dishes in the dishwasher. As I opened the door, a familiar red agent crawled menacingly over the knives. I once again made my signature shriek and hopped around a bit. The evil had invaded my dishware.. twas the last straw. Now if I had been a brave little warrior I would have gone and gotten my own shoe and killed the beast myself. But, sadly, I was lacking in both handy shoeware and courage.. so I got my father to do it. Hopefully it is the last I have seen from the Army of the Dark Ones, and once again I am thankful to have walked away with my life intact. But should I fall in some unforeseen attack, know that I love you all and I bid you a fond farewell.