Tree Roaches!!!

so Nghi and I were watching Sweet Home Alabama, enjoying a nice break with a cute movie...Nghi says, oh a cockroach. Well Mike is gone so I must be the one in charge of chasing those right?? So I get up and put on my slippers, meander a few steps and see it...scream, which of course makes Nghi scream.

I ask what am I going to do? she says here, I look at her extended hand which has in it a piece of plastic the size of a half dollar - as she is standing on the couch out of the roaches path mind you!

I ask what in tarnation she expects me to do with the 1/4 inch wide 1-1/4 inch long thing barreling at us???  (NOT A MATCH FOR THE DINOSAUR SIZE COCKROACH COMING AT US!!)

I scream what the bloody hell does she want me to do with that???? take it out, she says?? Right, picking it up with that was my first thought!

I grab one of the plastic containers we are sorting things into - 12 gallon or so?? and I slam it down on top of it, now Nghi is asking why I hit it. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Self preservation comes to mind!

so I pick it up and slam it down 5-6 more times, just to be sure. She is wondering if I have gone mad by now. So I get a paper towel, that will work to throw away this thing right?? I lift it up, no, too big. So I get the vacuum, that will work. So I get it ready and lift up the container and that son of a biscuit is running again. Oh my heck I sucked him up in the vacuum and left it running. We can leave it running for 11 days until Mike returns right???

Nghi took her leave and went upstairs by the way, leaving me alone on the first floor to wonder if he can get out of the vacuum. I did turn it off but I will confess that I have turned it back on a dozen or so times just to ensure he stays at the bottom if he has managed to crawl up a bit. 

Everything is bigger in Texas, except my courage against bugs!!