A mess of keys jangle in my hands as I search for the one designated for my front door. I finally locate the key and maneuver the old lock just right so it will grant me access to my apartment. Immediately after I open the door my stomach drops as I am greeted by what could only be described as chaos.

Burning apartment gif from google images.

The couch has been moved diagonal to the window, the coffee table on it’s side. I see our blinds are crooked; the floor lamp has fallen to the ground. Living in West Campus my first thought is, “Shit, we’ve been robbed.” But that quickly dissipates as I look to my left and see and my roommate atop a bar stool with a broom in hand. “What happened here?” I ask in disbelief. I see terror in her eyes and her hands are trembling as she responds, “Roach.” The roach is the robber.