Tropical cockroaches are big. The two sitting in the palm of my hand, antennae cautiously whirring, with a beautiful oily sheen to their dark brown chitin, were at least two centimetres long. They seemed sluggish, unlike the ones I knew when I lived for a while in Memphis, Tennessee, that were half the size and […]
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