I mean I was warned about the bugs in Texas but my niave California mind couldn't have fathomed what I would encounter.
I told you about the cricketts that we've had here and in the hotels we stayed in. Then I told you about the red ant attack on poor, HRJ. I think I briefly mentioned the beetle in the kitchen and the 2-3" spider that the hubs squared off with 2 days after we moved into this house.
But then things kind of died down. There's been the occasional wall spider, maybe a fly that came in the door while HRJ was outside.
Well.
Apparently a memo went out to a new insect, nae discustingfilthyhorrible creature, that it was all things go in our household.
Enter the roach.
I was going to post a picture of said roach but looking through pictures on google is making me violently ill.
Let me preface this, before you go assuming that we are disgusting, dirty people. We are not. We keep our house clean. Dishes put away, food sealed up in plastic bins. Yes, there may be the occasional crumb on the floor but nothing that warrents us getting visits from these things.
Here is my story.
Two nights ago, I came downstairs at 2:30am to grab a drink of water. I turned on the kitchen light and looked down on the floor to see the 6 crackers that HRJ had thrown on the floor.
"Oh shoot," I said outload. "I forgot to pick those up."
As soon as the word "up" exited my mouth, a roach walked out from the side of the frig.
"Oh My Gawd," I said before leaping out of the room.
A few moments later I popped my head back into the kitchen to see if he was gone. He was. So I walked in, grabbed the crackers, threw them in the trash and got my glass of water. Apparently I wasn't making enough of a ruckus becuase he found it safe enough to make his entrance, again. I watched him walk around the kitchen. I'll trap him I thought, the hubs can take care of him in the morning. I grabbed a glass and leaned over to get him. Then, and I don't know why but I all of a sudden had a caring streak. The glass isn't big enough, I thought. It will smash his antanae. Did I just make you squirm, cause I am? I know. Don't ask me why the heck I cared. After I came to my senses, I tried to get him. He sensed me and ran. Once again, I lepted from the kitchen. A few minutes later I tried with a big tupperware container. I wouldn't have to get as close, I thought. Guess what? He sensed me and ran again. Then? Debbi lepted into the air and ran in the opposite direction. So, I gave up and went to bed. Where I laid there for an hour thinking about our unwelcomed guest. Thoughts of him and where he could be now, circled my brain, as I stared into the darkness.
That didn't creep you out? Go on scrowl down the page.
Then, today I went to take a shower. We have a suctioned mat in our shower/tub combo so that HRJ doesn't slip and slide all over. It had started to scrunch up, so I leaned over to fix it. As I pulled up the right corner, to my horror there was a decapitated roach lying under the mat. In.our.shower. Once again, I lept out of the bathroom and ran to the farthest point in the house that I could.
This isn't funny anymore. I miss California bugs. I would take a random daddy long legs and a measly black ant in a second.
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