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A very important part of me just died. It was the part labelled: Has Never Woken Up in Bed With a Cockroach.
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How am I supposed to go back to sleep now? How, in fact, am I supposed to go back to sleep ever again?
I certainly can't turn off the lights in my room, lest the little bastard come back out. I tried to get him with a shoe, but he got in between my bed slats and then disappeared into the jungle of crap that I store on the floor 'neath my mattress. And I can't find him again to kill him.
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The only answer, certainly, is to systematically remove items from my room while cleaning and spraying copious amounts of Raid in their wake until such time I either see a dead roach or am satisfied that one dare not enter my space again for fear of life and limb.
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The level to which I am grossed out right now is ... It's simply immeasurable. I had a roach spot on my arm when I got the lights on. Aaaaaaaagh. Ew. Uuuugh. I just threw up a little in my mouth thinking about it. I'm definitely not sleeping in those sheets again until they are washed.
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I don't understand this. The Hive is clean. Well, it's clean enough--even with the Brads and the cats--that roaches shouldn't be up in here. My room especially. I am tidy to the point of obsessiveness. There aren't crumbs everywhere or anything that could be a food source/insect magnet. What the hell?
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What am I supposed to do now? Shit.
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How am I supposed to go back to sleep now? How, in fact, am I supposed to go back to sleep ever again?
I certainly can't turn off the lights in my room, lest the little bastard come back out. I tried to get him with a shoe, but he got in between my bed slats and then disappeared into the jungle of crap that I store on the floor 'neath my mattress. And I can't find him again to kill him.
OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod
The only answer, certainly, is to systematically remove items from my room while cleaning and spraying copious amounts of Raid in their wake until such time I either see a dead roach or am satisfied that one dare not enter my space again for fear of life and limb.
OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod
The level to which I am grossed out right now is ... It's simply immeasurable. I had a roach spot on my arm when I got the lights on. Aaaaaaaagh. Ew. Uuuugh. I just threw up a little in my mouth thinking about it. I'm definitely not sleeping in those sheets again until they are washed.
OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod
I don't understand this. The Hive is clean. Well, it's clean enough--even with the Brads and the cats--that roaches shouldn't be up in here. My room especially. I am tidy to the point of obsessiveness. There aren't crumbs everywhere or anything that could be a food source/insect magnet. What the hell?
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What am I supposed to do now? Shit.