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Like everyone else of my species for the past three hundred thousand years, I like to live in nice, warm, safe places.

Myself in particular, I prefer the cracks along the baseboards in the living room, the gaps in the kitchen cupboards or the bathroom pipes.

But don’t think my life is easy. It isn’t! Over my long year of existence, I can have up to four hundred children. And so, as you may imagine, I spend my days surrounded by crying baby cockroaches needing to be fed. Fortunately, they’ll make do with any old thing. They will just as happily wolf down a ball of lint as a strip of cardboard.

My name is Anastasia and I’m a cockroach.