And I shall never be invited back. To the most beautiful house in the world. With the prettiest garden. In the prettiest setting. With the loveliest most perfect pal of a hostess. Because I called it a cockroach. Merde. It was not not not. It was a warrior beetle. Of the rarest kind. Only found in the poshest of posh places. Because it takes a certain kind of relaxing ambience to guarantee their good health. People in some places consider them an aphrodisiac and would pay very very high sums for such a creature. Sometimes they are raised for battle. The beetle who wins the battle will guarantee its owner eternal life, everlasting happiness and a plentiful lifetime supply of Gin & Tonics.
And now look what I've done. I've squashed it dead and sullied its good name.