Did you get that? Remember WAY back when we were attacked by a bug in our bed?
Yeah, turns out it was a ROACH. A ROACH!
It makes my blood run cold just typing that.
Well, we sprayed for bugs immediately after that incident, but slowly, they have been appearing back into our house.
So, we sprayed again, and Derek SP-RAYED! I tell you, we had to leave the house for 3 hours and when we returned it was still a bit fume-y.
And so, now, instead of being ignorant of the actual NUMBER of disgusting bugs in my apartment, I am well aware of them.
BECAUSE! I come into my kitchen/bathrooms each day to find those butt-nasty creatures belly-up still with a bit of life left in them, twitching.
It is foul.
So, then I have to figure out how to get rid of them, these zombie bugs that have been rendered unable to creep around my dishes. Not quite alive, but not quite dead.
So, the other day, I got the vacuum, and sucked 'em up. (There were 5... oh I just shuddered.) And those gosh-darned nasty little bugs LIVED through the vacuuming. HOW?
So, I flushed 'em, dust and all.
They were still swimming when I flushed. I was assured by our friend who also lives here that they will just crawl back up through the drains.
We are supposed to pour bleach down the drains and that will keep them away.
Lest you think we live in squallor, I assure you, we do not. Ghetto, yes a bit, but squallor, no. I clean, I scrub, I put things away. It's just the friggin' desert.
But, never fear, after a week of almost-but-not-quite dead roaches, we have turned a corner. NOT A ONE was found in my kitchen this morning.
HA! Those creatures have told their friends "Don't go in there, no one ever comes out."