A roach is the last tiny bit of a joint. Roaches were eaten because a cop finding one in your ashtray, could get you many years in prison. Eating was a way of destroying the potential evidence. It seemed wasteful/sacrilegious to just toss them!

My friend Joey, down in San Diego in the 70s, even wrote a cute little song entitled "Eat Your Roaches"! He rarely did, though. He preferred to save them for hard times. Then he'd cut them up and roll them in a joint. He'd save those roaches in a separate bottle for a REALLY hard time. lol :stoned:

Now-a-days, I just pop them in a small pipe and puff! It's gone. You should have a little pipe for those times you run out of papers or don't have a joint's worth left (solves the tobacco problem, too). You can get a glass "one hitter" for about $5. - Granny:hippy: