I came home the other day to hear shouting from the kitchen, and when I went to see what was wrong I saw Aramis on the counter, chucking things from the spice rack at this giant roach that was sitting on the floor.
He started shouting at me in Spanish, and when I told him I didn't understand he switched to French which didn't help at all.
Finally I squashed the (now very well seasoned) roach and had to go sit down before I hurt myself laughing.