AAAAAAAAA!!!
That's it. I have had enough. Can't take it anymore.
Earlier today, I took my pants off the hanger, only to have a live roach fall out of one leg. I, of course, recoiled, then took my pants out and beat them with a two-by-four. The roach escaped.
Later, in the bathroom, I saw another one, which I promptly crushed with an exclamation of dismay.
Just now I was trying to get into the pantry to get to the bread, and brushed aside the jeans hanging from the pantry knob to dry, and a giant fucking roach skittered down one leg. Furious, I grabbed the leg and jerked, trying to make the roach fall to the floor so I could kill it, which it did, but in the process I dislodged another and it flipped right at my face. Which is why I fucking screamed.
I killed that one. The other escaped. A final roach still clung to my jeans, cocking its head and looking at me, but at that point I had reached my threshold and had to retreat, and I made Sargon go kill it with fire.
FIVE TODAY.
I'm doing the borax thing. That's great. It's borax. It's harmless. Diatomaceous earth. Swell. I can do that, too. I can't use sprays or call an exterminator, though, because of our animals, especially the snakes.
Something I forgot to mention in my last horrified roach post, though. The bathroom formula Comet spray, made with lots of citric acid? It kills those disgusting little fuckers dead. They lose all motor control almost immediately and die in less than ten seconds. And the Comet is harmless. Alas, it only works on the roaches I can see.
The real fix? I picked up a fucking realtor's guide and have started circling houses.
I am so out of here. Oh my god, I am so out of here.
ETA: Make that SIX. Another one in the kitchen that got away. AAAAAAAAAUGH!!!
Earlier today, I took my pants off the hanger, only to have a live roach fall out of one leg. I, of course, recoiled, then took my pants out and beat them with a two-by-four. The roach escaped.
Later, in the bathroom, I saw another one, which I promptly crushed with an exclamation of dismay.
Just now I was trying to get into the pantry to get to the bread, and brushed aside the jeans hanging from the pantry knob to dry, and a giant fucking roach skittered down one leg. Furious, I grabbed the leg and jerked, trying to make the roach fall to the floor so I could kill it, which it did, but in the process I dislodged another and it flipped right at my face. Which is why I fucking screamed.
I killed that one. The other escaped. A final roach still clung to my jeans, cocking its head and looking at me, but at that point I had reached my threshold and had to retreat, and I made Sargon go kill it with fire.
FIVE TODAY.
I'm doing the borax thing. That's great. It's borax. It's harmless. Diatomaceous earth. Swell. I can do that, too. I can't use sprays or call an exterminator, though, because of our animals, especially the snakes.
Something I forgot to mention in my last horrified roach post, though. The bathroom formula Comet spray, made with lots of citric acid? It kills those disgusting little fuckers dead. They lose all motor control almost immediately and die in less than ten seconds. And the Comet is harmless. Alas, it only works on the roaches I can see.
The real fix? I picked up a fucking realtor's guide and have started circling houses.
I am so out of here. Oh my god, I am so out of here.
ETA: Make that SIX. Another one in the kitchen that got away. AAAAAAAAAUGH!!!