07 July 2006

Roach

I got this email from my roommate/cousin this morning:

"found a roach belly-up on my floor this morning...was sweeping it up when i realized it wasn't dead. those bastards are sick....sick..sick. [...] bastards."

At my apartment in Huntsville, I had ants. They would mainly crawl across the living room floor, from the front door to the patio door. The carpet color was such that it was sometimes hard to see them, but I grew to love lying on my stomach, picking ants out of the carpet and killing them mercilessly. There was a sense of accomplishment about it, you could say.

At our old apartment in north Austin, we had ants as well. These were a little more ambitious. They mainly infested areas that had any kind of water (sinks, bathtubs, toilets). But when they got bored with that they'd simply hunt me down in my room and attack; most of the time while I was sleeping.

Now, as we are settling into our new house, we've discovered the joy of roaches. Ahh yes, the beautiful brown color, the huge antennae that move independently of each other, the lightning fast speed with which they dodge a shoe. Glorious, they are. I think they've figured our assassination methods out, as you can see from the email above. We've tried those little traps with the poison, but they're too big for those. We're going to have to call in reinforcements.

1 comment:

marci said...

Ewwwwwwwww!