There’s never just one cockroach... But there used to be enough bug spray.
Every day almost now I ask myself: Why not just use the modicum of bug spray I still have left on myself? In the end, it’s the thought of my self-extermination enabling one molecule of improvement for the 7 Billion that keeps me coming back, tomorrow, for more. It’s really The First Rule of Capitalism: the only good moron is a poor one (and thus I have my reason to live).