Blotto

I didn't name it Kafka, though the thought crossed my mind. Progeny of 320-million-year-old species Blattadea, staggering across the bathroom floor in its death throes. Definitely Kafkaesque in its powerlessness to understand or control its fate, given the pervasiveness of pesticides. Lost member of an elaborate and interdependent social structure whose foraging area is their home, was it activating its own chemicals, signaling its end to kin?