silverthorne

So we'll talk about the cockroaches first...

So, when living with the ex, one of the big things that caused fights was the lack of housekeeping. Which of course led to the house, more often than not, being in some state of dirty. This of course eventually led to things like invasions of hungry carpenter and fire ants, and of course the inevitable cockroach infestation. Part of the reason, in fact, that I jettisoned most of my belongings was because of the infestation; I sure as hell didn't want those 'old friends' following me into my new life.

So, it's been a nice, clean couple of months (Only three, can you believe it? Old life seems a hundred years ago). I've kept up on the chores very nicely while left to my own devices--the worst thing that happens is a pile of books/bill stuff on the desk or sofa now and then that gets picked up and put where it belongs within a few days of emerging. That, and my laundry.

So imagine my horror to see a cockroach skittering over my laundry pile yesterday. A nice, well-fed, two inch long cockroach of the type that, you know, breeds like crazy and soon has you up to the eyeballs in little cockroach babies if you don't kill the fucker (and all his unseen cousins, too) ASAP. And, being a two incher--you know the bastard has been around for awhile.

I screeched in outrage (and panic, because there was no handy shoe that I could grab before the bastard could run for an unreachable corner), and off he went for the wall and the ceiling over by the bookshelves.

Now he was out of reach. Dammit. So I did the only thing I could think of, which was to grab the Oust my dad left me and spray the everloving hell of of him.

Which, of course, resulted in him falling behind my bookshelf. Fuck.

So, being unable to reach my target, I did the only thing I could do at that point, which was to go let the management know that I had an OMFG!Cockroach! in my apartment.

Spraying will be Tuesday. Thank god.

And I wander back to my not-so-clean apartment (notice how your living space, no matter how shiny clean, starts to feel nasty dirty when you find out you have roaches?).

Eventually, the little bastard came out from behind the bookshelf, up along the ceiling and apparently trying to get into the airduct. The Oust must have hurt it bad, because it was staggering. So....I sprayed it again, until it hit the floor (and tried to make for a corner in the bathroom.

I smashed the ever-loving shit out of him. Seriously. Legs flying, head crushing, left an ugly three inch greasy stain on the floor smashing. Even then, he was still twitching, so I dumped him in the toilet and proceeded to carpet bomb him with blue toilet bowl cleaner. That seemed to do the trick. So did flushing.

So, visible cockroach problem over with, right?

Nope.

A few hours later, I notice a...blob on the floor of the kitchen next to the stove. One that's moving.

It's another roach. it sees me, gets far enough into the crack between stove and wall that I cannot reach him either.

But, the Oust can, so I spray him good until he goes out of sight.

And of course, spent the rest of the night half expecting him to crawl into my bed, or fall on my face or something.

This morning, I found him, still twitching, but obviously dying, on my bathroom rug. So I scooped him up, put him in a tupperware (that's going to get thrown out with him still in it when I'm done with him), and now I'm waiting for the office to open so that I cna go show them my new, unwanted roomates. And if they want him for the exterminator, they can have him.

Anyhow, here's pics of La Cucaracha #2:

See? Ugly.