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eumeliaIn 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!
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!
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Date: 2013-05-20 04:59 am (UTC)Move out. Move to Iceland. It's above the treeline, surely they can't have cockroaches.
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Date: 2013-05-20 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-20 02:49 pm (UTC)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?????
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Date: 2013-05-20 04:00 pm (UTC)I applaud your intense application of poison. Good show.
Here's hoping nothing else appears.
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Date: 2013-05-21 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-21 06:08 am (UTC)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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