In our house I run across a cockroach about once a month. But the poor bugger is always dead ... always turned over on it's hard-shell back with it's cute little legs poking upwards at military attention. I'm assuming that our place is fairly spotless and he'd made a lethal mistake thinking the floors would ~ naturally ~ be covered in crumbs, spilled beer, or gecko feces. Wrong!
Do you think a live cockroach would make for a loving pet?