It is entertaining to see a Californian's reaction to an honest-to-god, born in the land of cotton, Deep South, fight the dog for his food, hissing cockroach.
It's as close to man-powered flight that I've ever witnessed.
First time I encountered one of those big, Southern hissing cockroaches, I sprayed it with roach killer. The bastard shrugged it off like he was a linebacker, hissed, and charged me.
This formerly Northern boy, new to the South, screamed like a little girl and ran.