Coincidentally, this morning, my wife and I spotted a medium-sized cockroach in our bedroom. Fearing that the cockroach may harm our family, I decided to do the nasty thing to the cockroach though I did not really like to. However as my newspapers -rolled up- went hammering down on the cockroach, the cockroach was nowhere to be seen.
How strange! I thought to myself. For most of the cockroaches where I was the SWAT member to deal with them, the cockroaches would at least move fast enough for me to see their movement, but not this cockroach. Not succeeded, I left the room.
Five minutes later, I re-entered the room, picking up the rolled newspapers from the trash bin after seeing the cockroach once more. Then I understood why it could not be spotted moving from one spot to the other: I saw the cockroach actually fly! As it flew to the top of the room, I changed tactic and employed chemical warfare, bringing the cockroach down using Baygon.
This flying cockroach is an American cockroach and not the German cockroach I normally encountered.