While living in Mexico, I had many opportunities to squash those little, or some not so little, buggers. NEVER with my bare feet though[shiver]. Once during a power outage I heard a rustling in my kitchen and I had visions of them carting off my onions and tomatoes on their shoulders. That prompted "The Great Flashlight Massacre" that didn't end until the floor was covered with bodies. At another time I had a scorpion in a jar and fed him ala Norman Bates. (You know, guests from the Roach Motel).