This is MY house, dammit!
Last night, about half an hour after I posted my last journal where I began to rant about bugs, I found... not one, but TWO cockroaches in the kitchen!!! You can imagine my surprise. Or at least Ruben can, he's seen how I dance around and scream, flailing my arms about. Well, I didn't scream, but I did jump back into the wall behind me. Seriously. Then I got so pissed off at the two of them that I grabbed a big sheet of paper and opened the door. I was going to try and shovel them out, but before I could lasso them, they scurried under the oven. Thus instating a new policy. Shoes ALL the time when I'm in the kitchen. And plenty of light, too.
Ok, it gets even better. Tonight, after I get home from work, I decide to cook myself some Top Ramen. I get the veggies in the water and now everything is all boiling so I add the noodles. Then I open the drawer to grab a fork, so I can completely submerge my ramen (no crispy chunks for me!). Boy was I in for a surprise. There was a cockroack in the silverware drawer!!!! It wasn't the biggest I've seen, in fact a bit on the small side, but boy did I scream! I have no problems telling you this. I think it was the combined effect of the bug, plus just sheer surprise of a moving object in a place you don't expect. After mentally steeling myself out on the patio, I charged back in and attempted to mash the invader with a spatulla. But he got away. Which means he's still out there... somewhere... just waiting to crawl into my ear at night and lay his aweful eggs... and that will be the death of me!!!
I need some roach spray or traps or something. I would go to the office and have them take care of this, but since I'm not an official tenant and the apartment is sort of obviously being occuppied with all my belongings in boxes pilled to the ceiling... ya know... it's sketchy and I'm hesitant. This whole situation has me thinking about an article I read a while back. It was addressing the issue of violence against illegal aliens living in the country.
In the southern california area, illegals have become a major target for thugs and gang members. The fact that they usually don't have bank accounts means that they always carry cash, and after a payday, they have quite a bit (relativally). And they are usually living in more secluded areas with poor street light and lots of places for an ambush. Plenty of people turn a blind eye on violence. So after the illegal is robbed and most likely beaten, what is he to do? He can't go to the authorities, simply because he is already in violation of the law. Well, that's what he thinks. And he's probably right to fear the beaurocratic legal system. There are agencies that will file reports with no questions asked, but these are far and few between and not well advertised.
So I find myself in the shows of the illegal, being terrorized not by gang members, but by some other scum of the earth. BUGS. So it's time to take matters into my own hands, vigilante style. Time to pull a Dolph Lundgren and don the Punisher's skull. 'Is there a limit to revenge?'
Ok, it gets even better. Tonight, after I get home from work, I decide to cook myself some Top Ramen. I get the veggies in the water and now everything is all boiling so I add the noodles. Then I open the drawer to grab a fork, so I can completely submerge my ramen (no crispy chunks for me!). Boy was I in for a surprise. There was a cockroack in the silverware drawer!!!! It wasn't the biggest I've seen, in fact a bit on the small side, but boy did I scream! I have no problems telling you this. I think it was the combined effect of the bug, plus just sheer surprise of a moving object in a place you don't expect. After mentally steeling myself out on the patio, I charged back in and attempted to mash the invader with a spatulla. But he got away. Which means he's still out there... somewhere... just waiting to crawl into my ear at night and lay his aweful eggs... and that will be the death of me!!!
I need some roach spray or traps or something. I would go to the office and have them take care of this, but since I'm not an official tenant and the apartment is sort of obviously being occuppied with all my belongings in boxes pilled to the ceiling... ya know... it's sketchy and I'm hesitant. This whole situation has me thinking about an article I read a while back. It was addressing the issue of violence against illegal aliens living in the country.
In the southern california area, illegals have become a major target for thugs and gang members. The fact that they usually don't have bank accounts means that they always carry cash, and after a payday, they have quite a bit (relativally). And they are usually living in more secluded areas with poor street light and lots of places for an ambush. Plenty of people turn a blind eye on violence. So after the illegal is robbed and most likely beaten, what is he to do? He can't go to the authorities, simply because he is already in violation of the law. Well, that's what he thinks. And he's probably right to fear the beaurocratic legal system. There are agencies that will file reports with no questions asked, but these are far and few between and not well advertised.
So I find myself in the shows of the illegal, being terrorized not by gang members, but by some other scum of the earth. BUGS. So it's time to take matters into my own hands, vigilante style. Time to pull a Dolph Lundgren and don the Punisher's skull. 'Is there a limit to revenge?'