About Home Rants and Raves Caroline v. the Cockroach
Its a familiar scene, well, to me at least. I’m walking through the door to our little master bathroom and *ahem.. settling down to rest. Not unlike many homes in Albuquerque, the commode isn’t far from most other things in our bathroom - and the sink, as a non-exception to this rule, is right next to my head. In any case, I’m minding my own business when i look over towards the sink and in the right-hand-side spill hole appear two very long, very orange-brown insect-like projectiles- like feelers. They’re moving gently around and when I move or turn on the faucent (one thing happened--) they vanished. I promptly flooded the sink in an attempt to wash it back down from wherever it came, whatever it was. Didn’t see it again.
Same scenario - I’m settling down, and look to my right to notice two very insect-like feelers appearing in the right-hand-side spill hole appear the same lively feelers. This time, I approach them with my hand, before making any noise, and grab one! They are gone faster than I can even look down to see nothing in my hand. Dang, I missed! Well at last the bug is gone. That should teach it to stalk my sink. See you later abdomen-hole!
Last Thursday I was grateful it was Friday. Sitting down again, I’m relaxing, and this time, coming out of the left-hand-side spill hole in the bathroom sink is not two but one and a half insect-like feelers. My jaw dropped a little, not only for having proof of this bug being the one that had been stalking my sink for-ever (apparently, I had succeeded in maiming its feeler sufficiently) but also at its audacity for having returned to my spill holes, this time choosing to use the other side for fresh air. This was unsettling and something else had.to.be.done!
As quietly as a kitteh, I dove into the under-sink area and pulled out a third solution, this time bleach clean-up spray (ha-HA!) and aimed and fired, giving a couple of quick squirts to the spill hole, and the head of this bug. It quickly disappeared. That’ll teach’em! I thought I was done.
Not a minute later I became aware of some movement in that spill hole. I repeated my shots, this time to what looked like a gigantic insect abdomen that had appeared in the hole. This creature was showing signs of aggravation I had never seen in the previous two encounters. GAAH.. it was gross.. but I couldn’t even see it, hardly. Pfft pfft pfft went the spray. Then it appeared to turn itself arround and disappear.
But then, it found the right spill hole again. Not only did it find it, but it practically ejected out of the hole, which was almost not big enough to exit its long, orange, fat insect body. My sink stalker squirmed and wriggled out through this hole like living vomit and fell to the bowl of the sink, upside down, wriggling and writhing.
I let out my best blood-curdler and continued to fire shots. pfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfft.
Slowly, segment by horrible upside-down wiry chain-sawed leg segment, it stopped moving and died.
Then and only then, did my boyfriend see the evidence of the rumors he had been hearing. And he almost made me flush it too..
Caroline v. the Cockroach
Round 1:
Its a familiar scene, well, to me at least. I’m walking through the door to our little master bathroom and *ahem.. settling down to rest. Not unlike many homes in Albuquerque, the commode isn’t far from most other things in our bathroom - and the sink, as a non-exception to this rule, is right next to my head. In any case, I’m minding my own business when i look over towards the sink and in the right-hand-side spill hole appear two very long, very orange-brown insect-like projectiles- like feelers. They’re moving gently around and when I move or turn on the faucent (one thing happened--) they vanished. I promptly flooded the sink in an attempt to wash it back down from wherever it came, whatever it was. Didn’t see it again.
Round 2:
Same scenario - I’m settling down, and look to my right to notice two very insect-like feelers appearing in the right-hand-side spill hole appear the same lively feelers. This time, I approach them with my hand, before making any noise, and grab one! They are gone faster than I can even look down to see nothing in my hand. Dang, I missed! Well at last the bug is gone. That should teach it to stalk my sink. See you later abdomen-hole!
Round 3:
Last Thursday I was grateful it was Friday. Sitting down again, I’m relaxing, and this time, coming out of the left-hand-side spill hole in the bathroom sink is not two but one and a half insect-like feelers. My jaw dropped a little, not only for having proof of this bug being the one that had been stalking my sink for-ever (apparently, I had succeeded in maiming its feeler sufficiently) but also at its audacity for having returned to my spill holes, this time choosing to use the other side for fresh air. This was unsettling and something else had.to.be.done!
As quietly as a kitteh, I dove into the under-sink area and pulled out a third solution, this time bleach clean-up spray (ha-HA!) and aimed and fired, giving a couple of quick squirts to the spill hole, and the head of this bug. It quickly disappeared. That’ll teach’em! I thought I was done.
Not a minute later I became aware of some movement in that spill hole. I repeated my shots, this time to what looked like a gigantic insect abdomen that had appeared in the hole. This creature was showing signs of aggravation I had never seen in the previous two encounters. GAAH.. it was gross.. but I couldn’t even see it, hardly. Pfft pfft pfft went the spray. Then it appeared to turn itself arround and disappear.
But then, it found the right spill hole again. Not only did it find it, but it practically ejected out of the hole, which was almost not big enough to exit its long, orange, fat insect body. My sink stalker squirmed and wriggled out through this hole like living vomit and fell to the bowl of the sink, upside down, wriggling and writhing.
I let out my best blood-curdler and continued to fire shots. pfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfftpfft.
Slowly, segment by horrible upside-down wiry chain-sawed leg segment, it stopped moving and died.
Then and only then, did my boyfriend see the evidence of the rumors he had been hearing. And he almost made me flush it too..
Caroline: 1. Cockroach: 0.
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