ZOMBIES -the sequel

Peanuts,
I know I have much better and more important things to talk about.  (I said more important- it's all relative right?)  But do you want to know what it on my mind right now?  What is the all consuming concern in my frenetic brain at the moment? 
It's this guy:

and his friends and family. 
I THOUGHT I DEFEATED YOU IN FLORIDA!!!!
No. 
They are back.  As in, They're baaa-aaaaaaack! Between the roaches and the mosquitoes here in Virginia, I'm starting to be very glad I don't have any first-born sons.  There is like some biblical plague business going on around here. This can't be normal. 
As I've explained to Little One, Cockroaches are just part of nature.  They can't harm us, they don't bite.  They just come in looking for food, or whatever.  I know this; I even managed to explain it in a calm. tone.of.voice.  and look placid (or creepily like someone trying too hard to look placid, but hopefully the former).  
But seriously.  EEW EWW YUCK ICKY YUCK YUCK EEEEEWWWW!!!!
They are the size of like, elephants people.  practically.  And they keep popping up. And today.
Today there were TWO skittering about downstairs within five minutes, just as Little Miss began whining "Nap! Nap-nap! Milk! Naaaap!" 
So I capped those suckers under plastic cups and put Miss to bed.  I gathered up my composure, I steeled myself for the double-ick, and I slid cardboard under cup #1.  I buried him at sea, said a little "sorry to kill an animal, bless the poor thing" prayer with a shudder, and moved on to cup #2. Sitting exactly where I left it, undisturbed.  Slid the cardboard under, carried it gingerly to the ....sea.  Dumped it.  NOTHING.  NOTHING in there guys! HOW.  How did it escape?! Without moving the cup?!  And, more importantly, WHERE IS IT now?!?  
Wandering around my house, spawning more zombies, that's where. 
So now, every time I see a little shadow or a speck on the floor, I jump like a mile.  I hope no one is peeking through the windows, or I might see a big white van pull up to the curb with a couple brawny orderlies pretty soon. 
Deployment is a humbling experience.  It reveals weaknesses and fears that I would otherwise not be forced to admit to.  Hopefully, in the end, it will make me stronger because of that. 
When J gets home, he's quite likely to see me with a bandana around my forehead, wearing combat boots and a studded tool belt stocked with Raid.  I'll probably have a steely glare and some leather accessories.  I'll be a time-worn, battle-hardened roach-zombie warrior. 
I'm looking into theme songs.