NO MO BUGS
You know, if there's ever been a good reason to keep my house neat and clutter free, I encountered it last night.
So, after moving a load of stuff to the new apartment (eeee!), I was in need of a shower. I let the water run for awhile to get warm, and as I reach in there to see if it's ready, I notice this MASSIVE cockroach scurrying around near the shower head and above the tile of the shower. This itch was at LEAST 2 - 3 inches big. And in my shower. Completely unacceptable. But what the heck was I supposed to do with it!? I asked Athena if we had bug spray and she said no, to just swat him with a towel. LOL. No. Not this one.
So, when we encounter sprickets in the house, we trap them in a cup and then escort them outside. Well, I had no better plans, although I'm pretty sure this fool was not "escortable". And furthermore, he probably would've continued to scurry away, carrying the cup with him. I went back to my bathroom, armed with a cup (eye roll). And I CAN'T FIND HIM. He's not where I left him, he's not anywhere I could see. But I listen, and I can HEAR HIM scurrying around. Apparently, he was up in the shower door frame. I moved the doors around some, *scurry scurry*.
And this cockroach had be the most retarded bug in existence. I have three reasons for giving him such an honor.
(1) He made himself visible in MY living quarters. If he had any wits about him, he would've stayed out of my realm of knowledge.
(2) After moving the doors around, he scurried around and paused on the shower door frame, right where the door would be when closed. And I know this was going to be nasty as ISHT, but I had no alternative. I slammed the door on him.
Bug juice squirted. Like, a lot of it. Like, bug holocaust. He fell to the ground. I thought he was a goner. But no, HE GETS UP. HE SCURRIES INTO MY LINEN CLOSET.
EFF. So not only am I dealing with a massive cockroach, I am dealing with an UNDEAD cockroach, dripping bug juice as he scurried, in my dark closet with lots of stuff in it, lots of hiding places.
I cautiously open the linen closet, where I spot my bug spray alternative: Scrubbing Bubbles. Don't judge me.
I carefully started pulling stuff out of the closet, reducing his hiding spaces. I hear him scurrying around still. I finally get to where he's only hiding between a couple of containers of Clorox wipes. THEN I START SPRAYING HIM WITH SCRUBBING BUBBLES.
He darts out of the closet and INTO THE FERRET ROOM.
Reason (3) this was the most retarded bug in existence. I was about to give up on him. I was going to notify Athena, but if she wasn't willing to do anything about him, I was just going to stuff that t-shirt way under the door and let the ferrets get him. (I keep a t-shirt under the crack in the door to keep the ferret smell out of the bathroom. Not very effective, because Athena uses the door to get to the sink in the bathroom, but it was there.) But before I could retreat to notify Athena, this fool scrambles back IN to my well-lit bathroom from the dark, empty ferret room. He scrambles BACK IN, then somehow manages to flip himself over so he's wriggling around but not going anywhere. I attack him with Scrubbing Bubbles several times, he's still wriggling. So I cover him with the t-shirt and drop one of my old Computer Science textbooks on him. And pound on it a couple of times for good measure. (I knew that textbook would come in handy for something.)
That FINALLY ended him. Lord, that was traumatic. I scooped him and the t-shirt up, threw him in a trashbag and took him out. The clean up was not pleasant either. The bug juice I had mentioned that squirted when I squished him in the door? Yeah, it somehow had even time to dry and harden between the time I squished him and the time actually killed him. It was NASTY. I have no idea what that stuff is besides GROSS.
After thorough inspection of any hiding places there may be in the shower, I was finally able to actually take a shower. Still grossed out though. :\
I told Athena, "I don't want to live here no mo'! I'm moving out!" LOL.
So, after moving a load of stuff to the new apartment (eeee!), I was in need of a shower. I let the water run for awhile to get warm, and as I reach in there to see if it's ready, I notice this MASSIVE cockroach scurrying around near the shower head and above the tile of the shower. This itch was at LEAST 2 - 3 inches big. And in my shower. Completely unacceptable. But what the heck was I supposed to do with it!? I asked Athena if we had bug spray and she said no, to just swat him with a towel. LOL. No. Not this one.
So, when we encounter sprickets in the house, we trap them in a cup and then escort them outside. Well, I had no better plans, although I'm pretty sure this fool was not "escortable". And furthermore, he probably would've continued to scurry away, carrying the cup with him. I went back to my bathroom, armed with a cup (eye roll). And I CAN'T FIND HIM. He's not where I left him, he's not anywhere I could see. But I listen, and I can HEAR HIM scurrying around. Apparently, he was up in the shower door frame. I moved the doors around some, *scurry scurry*.
And this cockroach had be the most retarded bug in existence. I have three reasons for giving him such an honor.
(1) He made himself visible in MY living quarters. If he had any wits about him, he would've stayed out of my realm of knowledge.
(2) After moving the doors around, he scurried around and paused on the shower door frame, right where the door would be when closed. And I know this was going to be nasty as ISHT, but I had no alternative. I slammed the door on him.
Bug juice squirted. Like, a lot of it. Like, bug holocaust. He fell to the ground. I thought he was a goner. But no, HE GETS UP. HE SCURRIES INTO MY LINEN CLOSET.
EFF. So not only am I dealing with a massive cockroach, I am dealing with an UNDEAD cockroach, dripping bug juice as he scurried, in my dark closet with lots of stuff in it, lots of hiding places.
I cautiously open the linen closet, where I spot my bug spray alternative: Scrubbing Bubbles. Don't judge me.
I carefully started pulling stuff out of the closet, reducing his hiding spaces. I hear him scurrying around still. I finally get to where he's only hiding between a couple of containers of Clorox wipes. THEN I START SPRAYING HIM WITH SCRUBBING BUBBLES.
He darts out of the closet and INTO THE FERRET ROOM.
Reason (3) this was the most retarded bug in existence. I was about to give up on him. I was going to notify Athena, but if she wasn't willing to do anything about him, I was just going to stuff that t-shirt way under the door and let the ferrets get him. (I keep a t-shirt under the crack in the door to keep the ferret smell out of the bathroom. Not very effective, because Athena uses the door to get to the sink in the bathroom, but it was there.) But before I could retreat to notify Athena, this fool scrambles back IN to my well-lit bathroom from the dark, empty ferret room. He scrambles BACK IN, then somehow manages to flip himself over so he's wriggling around but not going anywhere. I attack him with Scrubbing Bubbles several times, he's still wriggling. So I cover him with the t-shirt and drop one of my old Computer Science textbooks on him. And pound on it a couple of times for good measure. (I knew that textbook would come in handy for something.)
That FINALLY ended him. Lord, that was traumatic. I scooped him and the t-shirt up, threw him in a trashbag and took him out. The clean up was not pleasant either. The bug juice I had mentioned that squirted when I squished him in the door? Yeah, it somehow had even time to dry and harden between the time I squished him and the time actually killed him. It was NASTY. I have no idea what that stuff is besides GROSS.
After thorough inspection of any hiding places there may be in the shower, I was finally able to actually take a shower. Still grossed out though. :\
I told Athena, "I don't want to live here no mo'! I'm moving out!" LOL.