Oh yes, we positively swoon over a man who kills a Palmetto bug for us. At least we Southern Ladies do. Those things give us the vapors. Seriously.
I was riding the E train once( the E train is a local train that goes up the east side of Manhattan). Someone came passing through one car and into the one I was in and a large roach fluttered in. Good God every woman and a few men went nuts. The thing landed on the floor of the car a few feet from me. I stood up and bought my Timberland construction boot down on it hard, twice to make sure it was dead.
I like going after palmetto bugs. They’re basically the slower, dumber cousins of cock-a-roaches.