So in response to reading
Erin's blog I am reminded about a recent encounter with those horrible creatures. So it's a random night and I walk into my bathroom and on my black rug I see something moving. It was a roach, but not just any roach, one of those HUGE roaches that you people have here in Dallas. I run into the kitchen to try to find something to kill it and finally decide on Dish washing liquid, cause it's thick and slimy and he'll get stuck... right? WRONG you can't aim with that! So he proceeds to run between my legs into my bedroom and under my dresser. I try to put it out of my head knowing full well that I will be sleeping in the living room as long as that thing is in my room. I walk in the living room, watch TV the entire time I'm thinking about it. So I go in my bedroom and it's on the wall up by the ceiling. Then I guess it sees me and starts FLYING! I run into my closet and hide, I crack the door to see it land on my dresser.
I'm an adult, I realize this, but when it comes to these things, I'm a child. I can't deal with anything that disgusting.
So it finally climbs down the back of my dresser and then goes underneath. I know now what I have to do. So i go in my closet and put on
Dr. Marten sandals ( you remember those were freaking heavy) and start taking out drawer by drawer. With each drawer I'm expecting it to fly out at me and then I'll just pass out and not have to deal with it. So all of the drawers are out and no bug. So he must be between the bottom shelf and the floor... so what do I do? Turn my dresser over! He shoots out and I stomp on him. All of that build up for a 5 second climax... The next problem I encountered was how to get it off my floor...
So I used a paper plate and a plastic cup to scoop it up. The whole time screaming oh my god oh my god over and over again!
A few days later I'm telling my guy neighbor about this and he says.... "next time that happens, come get me, I'll get Bandit (his dog) to eat it"
Nice! Very Nice! Where was this offer last week!
