It's 4:40pm and I am waiting for the third insect to arrive. I have killed two small cockroach-looking things today: one on the floor of the bathroom at work and another at the sushi place where I was having lunch today. I am now expecting a third because Everything Happens in Threes. At least if it happens at my apartment I will have the satisfaction of knowing that I am not living with it anymore. Apparently, for every one you see there are about 20 or so roaches that you don't. Shudder. Unsurprisingly, NYC has rather a lot of roaches. We also have a sizeable rat population but they don't bother me at all.