Did I ever mention that I hate cockroaches?
I feel bad saying that when I see pictures of cute cartoon cockroaches, like this.
But I don't feel bad when a real cockroach, a big one with scary legs that make a bad noise, jumps out at me from behind the coffeemaker, like tonight.
At first, like many young soldiers when faced with war, I wanted to desert. And I did. I ran back to the living room. But then, I decided to hold my ground. I put my shoes on, (I don't want any buggies running across my toes, thankyouverymuch) and peeked back into the kitchen.
I crept into the closet and chose my weapons - a Swiffer Sweeper, and a can of fly spray. I didn't know if it worked on roaches, and I still don't really, but I thought it was worth a shot.
(Long range weaponry is always a safer bet.)
I came out victorious, but he didn't go without a fight.
I hope I never see another roach again.
Except maybe a cartoon one.
I haaaaaaaaate roaches. Hate hate hate. But I have gotten much braver since my Luna puppy sometimes likes to eat them and I cannot let that happen because, EW. So I kill them with Mark's shoes. And bang on them a whole, whole lot. And because the cleanup is the worst, I just usually leave the shoe on top of the roach until he gets home and takes care of it for me :)
ReplyDeleteWow. You are SO BRAVE. I don't think I could have done that. I would have just moved ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd I completely agree with the whole long-range weaponry thing. That's why I know where every can of bug spray is in my house - and I keep one in my room and one in the bathroom, in case of emergency or in case my dad is gone/asleep. It's not cool how many bugs I find in the bathroom :P