Last night I found another cockroach in my apartment. At least, I think it was a cockroach. I'm not really sure, as I know very little about bugs (let's keep it that way). This is the sixth one I've found in my place in the last two months. Before that, I'd never seen one here. What gives? This place is cleaner now than it has been in years. Anyway, I slept with my glasses and flashlight right next to my bed, and found myself several times turning the flashlight on as if to catch a cockroach in the act of living. Fortunately, I didn't see any other bugs. But I was anxious and didn't get much sleep.