It is not very cold during August in Norway, but still cockroaches cannot survive in this weather; at least I have not seen any in these few years. Instead, I can find all kinds of little beetles: green, golden, red, polka dots, or stripes, clumsily flying around. Very often, I have to put them back to the bushes myself. All insects, please forgive my brutal behaviour when I was a little kid. I did not understand that I had no right to determine your faiths and lives.