I've never lived in a house with cockroaches (we've had other infestations) but for a week my family vacationed in Hawaii, and instead of renting a hotel we rented a beachfront house. One night there was a giant fucking cockroach in my room petrifying me. I begged my dad to get rid of it, but his response was more or less, "This is Hawaii, get used to it" (He was born in Hawaii and lived there until the age of 14), but I couldn't get over it and asked to switch rooms. He said the only other option was the living room couch, but there are geckos crawling on the walls. I was like, "I'LL TAKE IT!" My dad figured that since the roach freaked me the fuck out (which it definitely did) the geckos would too, but I enjoyed watching the geckos crawl along the walls. Geckos are cool in my book. But fuck the one from Geico and his fucking cockney accent.