I don't like accidentally touching a dead cockroach. I don't like touching one on purpose, either, but I really don't like doing it when I'm not intending to. I suppose accidentally touching a live one is, perhaps, worse, but at least the live one scurries away making the touch encounter brief. The dead one lets you go on blindly touching it as you silently wonder what the heck that thing in the bottom of the dishwasher detergent packet bin is. Ew...shudder...bleck! Seriously not a fan.