"Gee Dad, I sure hope I will be seeing less cockroaches in NYC."
"You won't see them again," Dad says.
2am, very tired. I go to brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. Holy crap!!! Ugggh!!! Crawling from the floor up to the bathroom mirror, a 4 inch cockroach. I grab a shoe, but he's gone. I put the shoe down and try to proceed w/ my nightly ritual, but I can't help the tension in my back and neck and my toes curling. I peer into the living room. Crap! Crap, crap, crap! Another one. Bastards!! I couldn't catch him. These suckers are on steroids.
I recall asking the girl who lived here before me if there were cockroaches. She said, "No, I've lived here for a while and have only seen a couple of water bugs." I didn't know what water bugs were, all I cared about was her confirmation that there were no cockroaches. Water bugs my butt, they look like freakin' cockroaches to me. I guess there is no escaping those hearty suckers, they are survivors.
2 comments:
They probably attached to your luggage like that lizard did your car.
fumigate that place! then you'll be unpleasantly surprised by dead cockroaches, not live ones.
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