This was gross
My parents went on vacation for the summer and they asked me to watch over their house while they were gone. Mom was flying in last night so I figured I'd go spruce the place up a bit before she came home. Now I'd be going to the house a few days a week to make sure everything was fine and as far as I knew it was, up until yesterday evening when I went into my parents bathroom.
Their bathroom is located at the far end of the house, it is probably the most out of the way room in the structure so I never really found reasons to go in there. Well yesterday while delivering fresh towels to the bathrooms I was greeted by a sweet surprise in their water closet. A cookie fairy had swept in while I had been away and left a bunch of melted chocolate chips on the counters and toiletries and even a few near the toilet. Something obviously wasn't right and after about a minute of soaking in the scene I became curious to see if these sprinkles were all over the bathroom. This led me to the shower.
The shower is just a shower built into the wall with a floor drain and a frosted glass door sealing the facility in. When I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of about fifteen cockroaches hanging out on the soap, shampoo, loufahs and title floor. More importantly they weren't afraid of me. This was evidenced by their lack of not doing anything when the light hit them.
Having dealt with roaches in the past I knew that they weren't the biggest fans of hot water so I turned the shower on and gave them a nice soaking. Roaches, at least ones I've dealt with tend to get winded and lethargic after being hit with warm to hot water and slow down, pass out or play dead fairly quickly. They scurried about for a few seconds before succumbing to the water treatment. Soon another task arose.
The water running down the drain aggravated more roaches that were lurking out of sight. Suddenly the drain threw up a sea of writhing bodies as what must have been 20 or so more scurried out and onto the shower floor. They too took the wrath of the shower. Not knowing what to do I set out to do the must humane thing I could think of. Some of you know I don't like killing things and always look for an alternative if possible. This go around I figured I could just sweep up the unconscious bugs and throw them outside (Yes, I am that lame).
Just picture this being the drain and it's pretty accurate.
Soon I had a dust pan and broom and made my way back to the bathroom where it was discovered that more roaches had come up. I set about to sweeping up the insects but no sooner had the broom bristles touched them did they start shitting. AND ROACHES CAN FUCKING SHIT. They were spraying out turds that by human standards would be the equivalent of loosing your bowels in chunks the size of king-size pillowcases jammed to the brim with red velvet cake. Moments later there was liquid roach crap everywhere, enough to the point where I actually smelled it. With the addition of this mess coupled with a continuous stream of new roaches I decided this was going to have to be one of my kill days. Water was turned off and roach smashing commenced.
In the end I probably killed about 50 which left the shower a battlefield of broken shells, legs and feces. It was such a wet rancid mess that it left me puzzled as to how to clean it up. Eventually the dust pan and broom were used, followed by a garden hose to spray down the entire shower. It actually got so bad that the shower pressure wasn't enough and the garden hose was the only solution. Every couple of minutes a stray roach found its way up and was mashed and trashed. When all was done I sanitized the fuck out of the room. Chemical warfare was used on the drain. During this process a roach crawled out and it was point blank shot in the face about 15 times with Clorox Cleanup. The bleach hurt my senses so I figured the bug was fucked but it just kept walking towards me like the T-1000 after being soaked in liquid nitrogen. Fortunately I had seen T2 and knew the roach would soon slow down. It did and actually died shortly after.
Later that night I picked up Mom, told her about everything and she freaked out and made me stop for bug killing supplies. I was convinced I did a fairly good job but when we got home there in the bathroom were about 8 more roaches hanging out. I made short work of them and in doing so discovered another spot under the sink they were using. Needless to say Mom wasn't using that bathroom for the next few days.
UPDATE
Mom just called and said that the whole bathroom had been used as a roach outhouse and that all the towels and drawers had crap on and in them. She's going to wait until tonight to see if it turns into Joe's Apartment again and let me know tomorrow.
Their bathroom is located at the far end of the house, it is probably the most out of the way room in the structure so I never really found reasons to go in there. Well yesterday while delivering fresh towels to the bathrooms I was greeted by a sweet surprise in their water closet. A cookie fairy had swept in while I had been away and left a bunch of melted chocolate chips on the counters and toiletries and even a few near the toilet. Something obviously wasn't right and after about a minute of soaking in the scene I became curious to see if these sprinkles were all over the bathroom. This led me to the shower.
The shower is just a shower built into the wall with a floor drain and a frosted glass door sealing the facility in. When I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of about fifteen cockroaches hanging out on the soap, shampoo, loufahs and title floor. More importantly they weren't afraid of me. This was evidenced by their lack of not doing anything when the light hit them.
Having dealt with roaches in the past I knew that they weren't the biggest fans of hot water so I turned the shower on and gave them a nice soaking. Roaches, at least ones I've dealt with tend to get winded and lethargic after being hit with warm to hot water and slow down, pass out or play dead fairly quickly. They scurried about for a few seconds before succumbing to the water treatment. Soon another task arose.
The water running down the drain aggravated more roaches that were lurking out of sight. Suddenly the drain threw up a sea of writhing bodies as what must have been 20 or so more scurried out and onto the shower floor. They too took the wrath of the shower. Not knowing what to do I set out to do the must humane thing I could think of. Some of you know I don't like killing things and always look for an alternative if possible. This go around I figured I could just sweep up the unconscious bugs and throw them outside (Yes, I am that lame).
Just picture this being the drain and it's pretty accurate.
Click to viewSoon I had a dust pan and broom and made my way back to the bathroom where it was discovered that more roaches had come up. I set about to sweeping up the insects but no sooner had the broom bristles touched them did they start shitting. AND ROACHES CAN FUCKING SHIT. They were spraying out turds that by human standards would be the equivalent of loosing your bowels in chunks the size of king-size pillowcases jammed to the brim with red velvet cake. Moments later there was liquid roach crap everywhere, enough to the point where I actually smelled it. With the addition of this mess coupled with a continuous stream of new roaches I decided this was going to have to be one of my kill days. Water was turned off and roach smashing commenced.
In the end I probably killed about 50 which left the shower a battlefield of broken shells, legs and feces. It was such a wet rancid mess that it left me puzzled as to how to clean it up. Eventually the dust pan and broom were used, followed by a garden hose to spray down the entire shower. It actually got so bad that the shower pressure wasn't enough and the garden hose was the only solution. Every couple of minutes a stray roach found its way up and was mashed and trashed. When all was done I sanitized the fuck out of the room. Chemical warfare was used on the drain. During this process a roach crawled out and it was point blank shot in the face about 15 times with Clorox Cleanup. The bleach hurt my senses so I figured the bug was fucked but it just kept walking towards me like the T-1000 after being soaked in liquid nitrogen. Fortunately I had seen T2 and knew the roach would soon slow down. It did and actually died shortly after.
Later that night I picked up Mom, told her about everything and she freaked out and made me stop for bug killing supplies. I was convinced I did a fairly good job but when we got home there in the bathroom were about 8 more roaches hanging out. I made short work of them and in doing so discovered another spot under the sink they were using. Needless to say Mom wasn't using that bathroom for the next few days.
UPDATE
Mom just called and said that the whole bathroom had been used as a roach outhouse and that all the towels and drawers had crap on and in them. She's going to wait until tonight to see if it turns into Joe's Apartment again and let me know tomorrow.