A cockroach welcomed me upon my arrival at my new home in Kumasi. The bug was the size of a large drawer knob, and stuck its black behind high in the air as it scampered across the bathroom’s fake tile. I came after it with a bottle of hand soap, but by the time I returned to the bathroom, the roach was gone.
In the morning, as I prepared to leave for Sunday Mass, I found a half-eaten cockroach lying on its back near my apartment’s exit. Hundreds of small ants had pried open the belly of the beast and had taken their fill of food.