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Entomology update
May. 9th, 2005 09:34 pmThere is nothing, nothing, NOTHING in the entire universe as hideous as a cockroach.
Nothing.
Now, I am not normally a squeamish person about creepy-crawlies. I love rats and mice, and have kept both as pets. I like snakes (and considered a pet snake, except for the whole carnivorous thing). I like reptiles of all kinds, really, and amphibians even more. I don't mind spiders; when some moved into my bunkbed when I was a kid, I named them all Charlotte and said goodnight to them before going to bed. I like most insects. But cockroaches, cockroaches are an affront to all that is good and holy and pure in the world.
( Cut for hideous cockroach pictures. )
During the warm months here, these gigantic cockroaches of doom come up through the pipes and hang out in the bathroom. Actually, they're not hard to deal with there: I've even succeeded in chasing them into a little box all by myself, with minimal shrieking. OK, with lots of shrieking, but I got them in the damn box, and that's what counts. (Then I throw them out the window, because not even hideous gigantic cockroaches of doom deserve to die.)
Lately, though, they've moved into the bedroom. There's one in there now, hiding up by the curtain rod. I think it's probably the one I chased up there a few days ago, which was followed by a very uncertain night's sleep as I kept mistaking Justin for a cockroach (sorry, Justin) and bolting upright screaming whenever he moved. The next afternoon Justin caught a cockroach in our room, and I assumed that was the same one and we were cockroach-free. Then this one appeared this evening, and I'm not sure if it's the same one after all, or a different cockroach with a coincidental penchant for the curtains.
Either way, here it is bedtime, and there's a hideous monster in my bedroom. The spare bedroom is starting to look pretty good....
Nothing.
Now, I am not normally a squeamish person about creepy-crawlies. I love rats and mice, and have kept both as pets. I like snakes (and considered a pet snake, except for the whole carnivorous thing). I like reptiles of all kinds, really, and amphibians even more. I don't mind spiders; when some moved into my bunkbed when I was a kid, I named them all Charlotte and said goodnight to them before going to bed. I like most insects. But cockroaches, cockroaches are an affront to all that is good and holy and pure in the world.
( Cut for hideous cockroach pictures. )
During the warm months here, these gigantic cockroaches of doom come up through the pipes and hang out in the bathroom. Actually, they're not hard to deal with there: I've even succeeded in chasing them into a little box all by myself, with minimal shrieking. OK, with lots of shrieking, but I got them in the damn box, and that's what counts. (Then I throw them out the window, because not even hideous gigantic cockroaches of doom deserve to die.)
Lately, though, they've moved into the bedroom. There's one in there now, hiding up by the curtain rod. I think it's probably the one I chased up there a few days ago, which was followed by a very uncertain night's sleep as I kept mistaking Justin for a cockroach (sorry, Justin) and bolting upright screaming whenever he moved. The next afternoon Justin caught a cockroach in our room, and I assumed that was the same one and we were cockroach-free. Then this one appeared this evening, and I'm not sure if it's the same one after all, or a different cockroach with a coincidental penchant for the curtains.
Either way, here it is bedtime, and there's a hideous monster in my bedroom. The spare bedroom is starting to look pretty good....
