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Feb. 19th, 2003 08:27 amI hate roaches. I have always hated roaches. So where am I forced to move to when I'm 11? Texas. Where everything is bigger. Especially the roaches. Tree raoches. We have tree roaches here. Sure we have the normal little house roaches that you use a few little RAID traps to get rid of, those are easy and I can handle those now. But we also have tree roaches. Massive roaches... they're huge. The smaller ones I've seen have been two to three inches long, the largest one I saw was a good six inches. They're big. They can fly. That's right. They can fly. They have long skinny hairy legs, six wiggly hairy legs that move in ways legs shouldn't be able to move. Their heads... oh scary stuff. Huge heads where you can see everything and it's not by looking through a microscope. Their antenea are usually about half to 1/3 of the length of their body and they feel their way across walls and floors with these in the most unsettling manner. I hate roaches. *shudders*
So what do I wake up to this morning? A big huge tree roach inside the apartment. Crawling. Along the wall. Above where I can reach it with a shoe. We have no RAID spray, and even if we did, it's not effective on these giants unless you use at least half a can and follow the bugger around the whole house trying to kill it with the spray. Plus, since they can fly, you often can't get more than the one shot at them and they don't hold still long enough for you to get much more than a light drizzle on them. So I'm being anxious about this huge roach in my house. The cats are chasing it, or trying to. I trust them to keep an eye on it for me while I go to get Jeff. My brilliant idea. Get Jeff. He'll kill it and get it out of my sight and I won't have to worry about it. So the cats are studiously watching the roach. I go get Jeff. He's been asleep for 8 1/2 hours by this point. He should be able to get up even if just long enough to kill a roach and then get back in bed. But he won't get up. He won't get up! He tells me to kill it myself. I say roaches bother me and I'm being a girly wuss and don't want to... besides it's high up on the wall and I can't reach it anyway. He tells me to ignore it. IGNORE IT! How can you ignore a roach that big? How can you just sit there and pretend it's not there? I can't do it, so I asked again. He still won't come. He yells at me. Fine. I get up and go see where it it. The cats are still following it, trying desperately to climb the walls and get to it. Only Maggie manages to come close. The roach eventually moves to the kitchen cabinets. I grab a very big shoe, one of Jeff's clodhoppers. Once the squiky roach moves his way down onto the wall, the cats chase him into the hallway. Maggie incapacitates him by pulling off a leg. She lookes pleased. Sorchia moves in for her turn. I let her get one of the antenea before I move in with the shoe. The roach is now trying to move fast but not getting far, since he's down two legs. I aim, pull back, and fire. That's it. He's dead. He's not squished with guts everywhere, but that would take a force I haven't got to do. But he's dead. And Maggie had fun playing with him for awhile. Now he's in the hallway with his feeble four legs curled up on the shiny crunchy belly of his dead exoskeleton. And I killed him. By myself.
And yes, I'm still freaked out by it.
So what do I wake up to this morning? A big huge tree roach inside the apartment. Crawling. Along the wall. Above where I can reach it with a shoe. We have no RAID spray, and even if we did, it's not effective on these giants unless you use at least half a can and follow the bugger around the whole house trying to kill it with the spray. Plus, since they can fly, you often can't get more than the one shot at them and they don't hold still long enough for you to get much more than a light drizzle on them. So I'm being anxious about this huge roach in my house. The cats are chasing it, or trying to. I trust them to keep an eye on it for me while I go to get Jeff. My brilliant idea. Get Jeff. He'll kill it and get it out of my sight and I won't have to worry about it. So the cats are studiously watching the roach. I go get Jeff. He's been asleep for 8 1/2 hours by this point. He should be able to get up even if just long enough to kill a roach and then get back in bed. But he won't get up. He won't get up! He tells me to kill it myself. I say roaches bother me and I'm being a girly wuss and don't want to... besides it's high up on the wall and I can't reach it anyway. He tells me to ignore it. IGNORE IT! How can you ignore a roach that big? How can you just sit there and pretend it's not there? I can't do it, so I asked again. He still won't come. He yells at me. Fine. I get up and go see where it it. The cats are still following it, trying desperately to climb the walls and get to it. Only Maggie manages to come close. The roach eventually moves to the kitchen cabinets. I grab a very big shoe, one of Jeff's clodhoppers. Once the squiky roach moves his way down onto the wall, the cats chase him into the hallway. Maggie incapacitates him by pulling off a leg. She lookes pleased. Sorchia moves in for her turn. I let her get one of the antenea before I move in with the shoe. The roach is now trying to move fast but not getting far, since he's down two legs. I aim, pull back, and fire. That's it. He's dead. He's not squished with guts everywhere, but that would take a force I haven't got to do. But he's dead. And Maggie had fun playing with him for awhile. Now he's in the hallway with his feeble four legs curled up on the shiny crunchy belly of his dead exoskeleton. And I killed him. By myself.
And yes, I'm still freaked out by it.
