I'm a little tired writing this due to lack of sleep, because we have recently had our first run in with the local cockroaches. It started Monday morning...I was on my laptop checking some e-mails when out of the kitchen drawer comes the biggest, most disgusting bug I have ever seen. I immediately began screaming and ran to my room for higher grounds. Lisa came out to investigate and see of she could find it. We were both to scared to open to drawer, so we went to school. I bought cockroach killer (extra strength) on the way home, and was ready to go Rambo styles on this little hard shelled fella. The cockroach spray didn't give me the courage I needed because I ended up sticking the nozzle in the drawer and sprayed, not checking the affects of the spray because I was to frightened. Lisa later confirmed that I had in fact killed nothing, but soaked the contents of the drawer in poisonous spray.
Tuesday, off we go to kickboxing. Upon our arrival I was again checking my e-mails when I see out of the corner of my eye the cockroach running across the floor. I immediately run for my room and jump up on the bed. Lisa takes action and proceeds to get the spray. After pulling apart our apartment trying to find the fellow, we do, and after a few shorts shrieks Lisa unloads the spray on the little guy. It took him a few seconds to die and after briefly feeling sorry that it had to come to this, we swept the little guy up and gave him a noble funeral, burying him at sea.
After that All I had was cockroaches on my mind. I couldn't sleep, I was tossing and turning. Don't let your guard down I kept telling myself while resisting falling asleep. For hours I was in and out of sleep.
Cockroaches, Cockroaches, Cockroaches!
I decided a nice drink of water from the kitchen would help calm my nerves and let me finally get some sleep.
I slowly and tiredly made my way to the kitchen, reached for the glass and began to fill my cup when out of the corner of my eye, just sitting so casually on the kitchen counter, was another goddamn cockroach!!! I thought I was dreaming. This isn't supposed to happen. I jumped back.
A decision had to be made. Do I just pretend that I never saw it and go back to bed, or do I traumatize myself and kill the thing. I stared at it for 2 min and thought to myself, it must be done. Not taking my eye my off the hard shelled terror I reached for the can of Raid. Aimed the nozzle up perfectly, inhaled and squeezed the trigger, missing competely. The cockroach ran around the apartment and I just began to fire the raid as much as I could not really aiming anywhere. Finally I hit the guy. He was injured and I swiftly went in for the kill.
After it was all over I swept the terror up and flushed him down the toilet. I was SO paranoid after that. I new they would want revenge on me. I was not taking any chances. I immediately set up a perimeter. I sprayed raid all around my door entrance and in every nook and cranny of my room. I kept the lights on, and made sure the Raid was within reach. This is the beginning of a long summer...
Till Next Time
Jenny