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Friday, July 27, 2007
Attacked!
As it turns out I hate cockroaches. A lot. You might be thinking to yourself, oh, I hate them too, but my loathing has reached another level. We've been blessed thus far to only see a few in our house, and I like it that way. This morning I got up, went into the bathroom, and I heard this weird noise in the wall. Kind of a scratching noise. Now, it could have been anything, but I got all worried that it might be bugs. And then I looked in the bathtub. HUGE COCKROACH!!! So I went into our bedroom, told Clark there was a bug in the bathtub, and I needed him to kill it. He was, of course, asleep, and thus he moaned and rolled over. I went back into the bathroom. He was crawling around in there, so I moved the shower curtain to keep my eye on him. That was a bad move, he flipped out and went into SUPER SPEEDY MODE! And what did I do? I flipped out. I yelled, I ran out of the bathroom, stubbing my toe on the way, and I ran into the bedroom, yelling at Clark that he had to get up and kill that thing. And then I started crying. Racking sobs. Yes, this is over a bug. I just couldn't handle the thought of that bug crawling around in my shower. So of course Clark is awake by now, but he's not really sure what to do, so he tells me to go on my walk, and when I come back the bug will be gone. "Gone? I don't just want gone, I want DEAD." He promised me he'd kill it. And he did. I just thought that my response was interesting. And that is how much I hate roaches.
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I bet I would have screamed even louder than you if I saw that! LOL
Shannon! I hate bugs too - your reaction was totally justified! If you are in an apartment, call your manager or property manager or owner. They may have a service that will spray for bugs. If not, they should! Very scary!
Oh, I know EXACTLY how that feels. In fact, I believe you were in my house the day I started crying about the spider on the ceiling that no one would kill. Kim still reminds about it. It is truly a traumatic thing.
On a similar note, when we arrived home from our excursion with y'all last weekend we heard a strange scratching noise coming from our dryer. We unplugged it from the wall and disconnected the pipe leading to the vent outside to see if that would stop it and it didn't. We decided it was probably something like a mouse :( inside the pipe of the dryer. Brett covered one end of the pipe with saran wrap and rubber bands and tipped it so whatever was in there was at the bottom. When he peeked inside he told me I didn't want to know and walked outside to dispose of it. He informed me afterward that it was one of the biggest beetles he'd ever seen, and nothing like what he's ever seen before. Needless to say, I probably would have been crying too if I had seen it. I hate bugs!
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