Whoa! JimS., I forgot about Bob and Pete. (The Roaches in Fat City) In reality we didn't just have two roaches, one named Bob and one named Pete. Roaches don't actually come in pairs like that of course. There were hundreds of those cute little guys. We just called anyone we saw that was lean and mean, Pete, and the fat and slower ones, Bob. Since John and I both slept on the floor, it was easier to handle their presence by pretending they were pets. You'd wake up in the middle of the night and see right in front of your eye this big roach with long antennae feeling all around and instead of screaming, you'd say, "Hey Bob!", with a loving smile. Then one would dart across your toes and you'd say, "My, my, aren't we fiesty tonight Pete... Goodnight boys, gotta big day tomorrow so I have to try to go back to sleep. Have fun!"