This morning as I was making breakfast:
Drew: MOMMY! There's a GIANT beetle crawling down the hall upstairs!!!
Me: OMG, a ROACH! Sickening!!! Quick - go tell Daddy!
Drew: It's OK, Mommy - I give Cade my shoe. He take care of it.
Me: Are you SURE? Go tell Daddy to make sure.
Judging from the extreme sounds of running and shoe (both large and small) thumping that ensued, that "beetle" probably definitely regretted wandering into our house. But I don't care. At least I didn't have to see it, kill it, or dispose of it. Thanks, guys!