The Vanishing Cockroach and the Toilet Wormhole

The farthest distance in the world isn't life and death, but finding a giant cockroach with wings spread, ready to fly, on the wall while you're desperately trying to relieve yourself on the toilet! I chugged three cups of extra-strong latte in the afternoon, and then couldn't resist downing half a bottle of yogurt in the evening. Right before my shower, my stomach finally staged a 'Total Lockdown' – my boiling insides were like a relentless river. I barely had time to turn on the light before sprinting to the bathroom. Accompanied by the joyous rhythm of a waterfall cascading 'whoosh-splash-splash,' I almost ascended to heaven. Just as I was reveling in the bliss of 'life's liberation,' a glint caught my eye in the corner of the wall. There sat a shiny, oily cockroach! It twitched its antennae, as if mocking my predicament, unable to flee at that very moment. No sooner said than done, I grabbed toilet paper with one hand and the bug spray by the toilet with the other, spraying it like a madman! Instantly, the small bathroom filled with a thick, toxic gas. Combined with the intense stench from my stomach, the scene was nothing short of a chemical weapons incident. Tears streaming from the fumes, I thought: 'Even if this guy doesn't die from the insecticide tonight, he's definitely going to die from my poop!'. After the arduous battle, I held my breath, ready to clean up the mess. A miracle happened – the corner, the floor, everything was a disaster, but not a single cockroach hair remained! 'Weird... I almost died from the bug spray and the stench, but where's the body? It couldn't have just evaporated, right?' Crouching on the floor, I searched every crevice, getting creepier the more I looked. Could my toilet be hiding some mysterious cosmic wormhole that safely teleports cockroaches to parallel universes in their moments of crisis?