I retract my earlier statement about not having seen a cockroach in the house since receiving the mothballs. Just found one in the absolute worst location: my bedroom. Biggest one yet, and did you know they flipping fly? I'm taking out my earrings, exhausted, ready for bed and found it on the ceiling. I immediately called for Joey, who came up with the bug spray - he hit the bug and it took off flying. F-L-Y-I-N-G. I ran to the other room and I hear him using my favorite four-letter word repeatedly.
Me (screaming): "Why are you saying that?"
Joey: "I can't find it."
Me (still screaming): "Find the flipping thing."
Joey: "I'm trying." Eventually I hear the flap of his shoe. And then again, and again, and again, and again. "The damn thing won't die!"
Its finally dead, and I even took a photo of it and the carnage it left in our bedroom from Joey's search. FML.