For the record, I killed the first German roach I saw and stayed quiet because I did not want to spoil the trip for my daughter who had recently had her heart broken by a young man (for lack of a more suitable adjective) who told her he was having a "mid-quarter life crisis and after almost 5 years he didn't love her the way she loved him." Mid-quarter life crisis? Seriously?
Anyway, my second German roach sighting came while lying in bed after a full day at Animal Kingdom, it was crawling on the wall facing the bed. At this point, I had to tell my daughter we had a live version of “A Bugs Life” taking place in our room and I quietly picked up the phone and called the front desk. They offered to send Pest Control Services to the room. It was past midnight when Pest Control Services arrived. The following morning, my daughter and I woke up extra early to arrive at MK before rope drop. As I was showering, I saw another German roach (3rd sighting) crawling on the tub. After breakfast and before boarding Disney Transportation, I politely went over to the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. When the manager came out to greet me, I asked him if there was somewhere more private we could speak. I certainly did not want to allow any of WDW guests hear me complain about roaches. The manager offered to switch us to a preferred room and assist with moving our bags. I respectfully accepted. No whining, no spoiled privileged egos, and no disturbing uproars on our part. I've seen WAY to many of those in Guest Relations and I believe that behavior is appalling and an embarrassment to say the least.
WDW is my beloved happy place. It’s where I go to vacation and during this trip, attempt to temporarily cure a broken heart. But, I’m not nostalgia-blind.