My sixth-grade biology classroom had some cockroaches just like this. I remember them hissing at students, hiding under debris, and defiantly crawling all over the place. They lived inside a glass fish tank, filled with natural bedding and found toys and covered with a mesh lid. That was their world.
My foot was about to come down on top of this lil’ guy when I was slapped by the notion that they can survive outside of those fish-tank worlds… It wasn’t so much a doubt in their ability to survive, but my sheer lack of trying to imagine them truly existing on this planet, being a real animal and more than just a classroom pet-thing.
My perception of our natural, wild world didn’t have a space for them… until I came to out to visit it.