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[personal profile] eumelia
In the interests of getting back into blogging let me give a banal incident that happened not 15 minutes after I rolled out of med. This is now half an hour ago.

As I was meandering through the kitchen, I killed two little bugs of unknown name and origin that were lingering by the garbage bin. No harm, no foul, right? You see little bugs, you kill them.

However, as I was making my breakfast (my appetite is still not up to par) I noticed some movement on the counter.

In the words of Cordelia Chase, "ANTLERS".

A huge, brown, disgusting cockroach was there on the counter in by the sink! To say that I bolted would be an understatement. Fuck my life.

Cockroaches, Jesus, I am fucking terrified of them and it's not even funny. I can't deal with them I can't. It ran away to the space between the dishwasher and the counter which I then sprayed with as much bug spray as I could without killing myself.

I really hope it has wriggled out of its misery by now, but I'm not going to check, because ew.

Ew. Ew. Ew.

I can't deal with all this shit. Or in other word, why is all this shit happening to me?

I still feel like things are crawling on me. This is a sign that I must move to a cooler climate, where they have these disgusting creatures in zoos.

Oh my god, it's on the house!

Date: 2013-05-20 04:59 am (UTC)
st_aurafina: Rainbow DNA (Default)
From: [personal profile] st_aurafina

Move out. Move to Iceland. It's above the treeline, surely they can't have cockroaches.

Date: 2013-05-20 07:39 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] lilacsigil
I have never lived in a climate warm enough for the really big ones, but having seen [personal profile] st_aurafina's instinctive reaction to the small ones, I'm really glad! Sympathies to you!

Date: 2013-05-20 02:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] amalnahurriyeh

We had "waterbugs," which is the nice name for the big cockroaches in all our apartments in NYC--they're unvoidable, but rare. The worst part is that the cats would hunt them, and then BRING THEM TO OUR BED IN THE NIGHT TO SHOW OFF THEIR KILL. NO, KITTY, I DO NOT CARE THAT YOU ARE BIG STRONG HUNTER, WHY DID YOU PUT A WRIGGLING COCKROACH ON MY FUCKING PILLOW AT 2AM?????

Date: 2013-05-20 04:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] amadi
Four things in a house warrant concrete, swift and merciless action: snakes, spiders, centipedes and cockroaches. Bring whatever weapons are at your disposal and don't stop until they're dead.

I applaud your intense application of poison. Good show.

Here's hoping nothing else appears.

Date: 2013-05-21 02:04 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ironed_orchid

Date: 2013-05-21 06:08 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] starwatcher
My sympathies; I hate them too. Ew, ew, ew!

I haven't had any since I moved out of town -- I've heard that they're prey for scorpions, and they don't make it into the house. Of course, I have to deal with the occasional scorpion, but at least they don't scurry the way roaches do.

I've never tried Heloise's homemade roach bait recipe, but a lot of people keep asking for it, so it must be effective. It might be worth a try.

Good luck with keeping the nasties out.


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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