I had to get this down somewhere before I forgot. I asked Leah to go downstairs and grab Troy's bear blanket so I could put Troy down to bed. She told me she couldn't because she was "scared of all the crap down there." When I asked what she was scared of she looked up like she was deep in thought at said "Umm, I, ummm, Crap!. I'm scared of all the crap." After discussing it I realized that she was really scared of a dead cockroach that had been behind the couch. I think it is definately a toss up with me, which is worse, crap or cockroaches?