Something cute I read today: 

I think my companion and I spotted it at the same time: one of the biggest cockroaches I have ever seen.  A cockroach big enough to star in a science fiction movie.  Both of us were at a loss of what to say.  When is it socially proper to point out to your hostess that a cockroach is about to run off with her refridgerator?!  

But she saw it too.  She calmly stopped the conversation, got up from her lounger, went to the kitchen, pulled a spray can from the cabinet, and slowly and carefully positioned it about 6 inches above the invader.  Then she started to spray.  

"One thousand one.  One thousand two.  One thousand three.... One thousand five." I counted to myself.  As far as I could tell, the cockroach drowned!

I turned to Lillie, who was still standing over her conquest, making sure that it didn't move, and I asked "What was that?"  "That," she said, "was my first husband."

Gee... I fear cockroaches too!  But she was so brave.  There is something I can learn from her - maybe I should add a small can of insecticide to the collection of things I bring about in my bag!! But more importantly...  erm... don't antagonise women!