*shrughs* LupinAKAFlashTH2 asked for a boring anecdote, I guess.
This happened a long time ago.
It was an autumn night, if I recall correctly, and an annoying noise in my bedroom awakened me.
It was a very soft sound and I wasn't sure what could have been. I don't have any ticking clock because I'm a very light sleeper.
After giving up and thinking it was just my imagination I shut off the light and went to bed again. But the sound restarted just when it went all dark again so I switched on the lamp and saw some small black thing moving behind my very messy desk. Yeah, it was a cockroach.
I took one of my slippers and waited for it to come to open space. Then I hit it.
"Well, I guess I'll have to clean insect entrails this late" I though (but in Spanish). As I lifted the slipper the animal just run fast to the behind of the desk again. The slipper was too soft to do any damage at all.
I went to the kitchen, a bit angry for my fail, and took insecticide. After moving the desk, doing a lot of noise, I was successful killing it "chemistrycally". A paper handkerchief was enough to throw the body to the trash can.
Finally, a bit tired (and with my family a bit angry for the noise, but I only found that the next day) I wanted to go to sleep... but I couldn't because the insecticide was too "stinking" (in a toxic way) to be in that closed room so I had to end the night with the uncomfortable sofa of the living room.