My first wife and I made our first home in Japan. One of the luxuries of our Japanese-style house was that it had linoleum in the kitchen. The tiles were old and the glue which was supposed to hold them down was loosing its stickiness and some of the tiles were curled up at the edges. Shortly after moving in, I heard a shreik from the kitchen and rushed in to see my new bride, standing there with a half-empty can of Raid in her hand, looked at a poor cockroach who appeared to be treading water (Raid, actually) which had pooled in one of the dish-shaped linoleum tiles. When I bashed the poor thing to death, the force of the blow sprayed Raid all over the kitchen. Thereupon, I assumed all responsibility for pest control in our home.