What happens when you see a cockroach?

You scuttle out of the kitchen, squealing to warn the pest exterminator of the house of its presence. If you were drinking or munching your late-night snack when you first caught sight of it, you would emit a loud, frantic moan of various frequencies to indicate the sighting of the creepy crawly.

Then Dee would ask

Where? Where?
There, by the door!
Where got?
THERE! He’s gone behind the door! Faster, before he runs away!
*Dee chooses the top-rated wet kitchen rag among his other choice weapons of the hot flask and the classified section of today’s paper*
FASTER LA! Now he’s hiding behind the chair already!
Don’t worry, sure can get him one! *whips his rag like an abusive man lashes his belt*
MUAHAHA, SEE I GOT HIM AT THE FIRST SHOT ALREADY!
HA, WANT TO RUN AWAY SOME MORE? *whip, whip, whip*
CHONG EM SEI? HMMPH!!

The above dialogue would have been accompanied by additional squeals and jumping on chairs by some silly girl for theatrical effect.

Order is restored as Dee removes the offending carcass by making its feelers stick to the wet kitchen rag and taking it to the liquid incinerator that is the toilet bowl.

Who needs Ridsect?