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So what is the single most fearsome thing for two gay boys living in the same house? Yes, a cockroach. Sam found one lying on its back near the door of our ensuite bathroom on Sunday. He wanted me to pick it up and throw it into the toilet but I flatly refused. He refused to do it because apparently he did it last time and it was my turn. I refused because, well, I didn't want to because it was gross. By the evening, the cockroach was still there. I held firm onto my position, which was pretty much 'over my dead body'. Incidentally, this was kind of ironic because all this kerfuffle was about a cockroach's dead body. I needed to take a shower in the evening, so I stepped over the cockroach to get into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Sam was getting sick of seeing it lying there, so he got himself a huge ball of toilet paper to try and pick it up, cursing me at me at the same time. It was kind of funny for me because all I could see were his reluctant hands over the coc...