… or at least wanted to rilly rilly bad.
Confession: We have a cockroach problem. It’s not a big problem, numbers-wise. I’ve seen maybe 5 since we moved in last October. It IS a big problem, squicking-out-wise, because these suckers are so big they should be able to drive Jet’s trucks around. And maybe they do in the middle of the night. ewwww, *squick, squick, shudder*
I’ve mostly seen them in Jet’s bathroom, which happens to be where I get my beautiful self ready every morning.
We bought those little bait stations and Knight put them down about a month ago, even though we hadn’t seen them in awhile. I’m dubious that they work, however, because the openings to those things are so small and our roaches are so frickin’ huge. They’re honestly 1 1/2 to 2 inches long. ewwww, *squick, squick, shudder*
This morning, I saw another one. I’ve taken to gingerly reaching in to switch the light on with one finger before stepping foot in the bathroom. That way I can inspect the place without possibly coming into contact with one of the enemy. (I actually did that once, but it’s not appropriate to be shared here. This is, after all, a family blog, and many dirty words were uttered that fateful morning.) I followed my normal reconnaissance method this morning, and I saw some movement out of the corner of my bleary, still-sleepy eye. That eye quickly snapped to attention, ever ready to mount an investigation. Sure enough, there he was. ewwww, *squick, squick, shudder, do the don’t-touch-me-dance*
I backed away slowly, though not gracefully. I have a live-and-let-someone-else-kill-it stance when it comes to cockroaches. I can’t stand to squish them because they *shudder* crunch. I think of it as, “Hey, Roach – you can have this space, for now, and I’ll just go in the other room and make my coffee and post about this while you find your way back home. Then I’ll come in here and get ready, but later? Yeah, you can bet your crunchy butt I’m gonna sic my Knight in Shining Armor on you. Then you’ll regret ever messing with me!!!”