Almost 2 years later and I was attacked last night! OK that may be a bit of a stretch...
We had gone bowling and out to eat for my bday (post finals) and I came upstairs to relax. I was sitting in the dark reading on my iPad mini. Completely relaxed. I hear a rustling sound. I think it might have started raining and it was hitting my window or something, no big deal. I hear it a couple more times so I wonder. Pull out the flashlight app on my phone and look and see nothing. Hear it again, point, see nothing. Hear it again, move stand next to chair, point flashlight, see nothing. Once again, and see a HUGE tree roach. I have my feet up so I feel safe with him crawling on the floor (NOT!!!) and text Mike, if he is awake could he please come save me as I am about to be eaten alive from a tree roach and I cannot put my feet down on the floor on which he resides. No answer. Text again, please be awake because the tree roach certainly is. No answer. Well that is ok, I have reached behind me to turn on the floor lamp and have a good view of this sucker walking around like he owns the place, which in fairness, he now does! He goes under the dresser. Not good because he could use the wood to climb up in my drawers, and because I cannot see him so now I definitely cannot move, as the dresser is between myself and the door. He struts back out and back by the wall behind me. I run out of the room, he can have it. I cannot sleep in the guest room 2 doors down as that is too close, however I can reside downstairs on the couch until, oh...hell freezes over maybe??
No lights on. Ugh, Mike has chosen the one day of the year when he goes to bed before 1 poorly! OK, I do not want to surrender my whole room to this monster, so back in I go. I grab my old friend the vacuum, and a tennis shoe. He is still strutting around the corner so I calmly (yeah right!!) approach him and whack him. He looked at me and laughed by the way! So I whack him again, still laughing. So one more whack for good times, and out comes the weapon of choice, the vacuum! I have the hose so I can guarantee he will go in there, and there he goes. I run the vacuum for a while, hoping I am not waking everyone up with my summer cleaning!! And then promptly remove the vacuum from my room. I have conquered yet another Texas dragon aka tree roach. Go me!!! PS, I must start planning my escape before the next 2 year mark!!
July 12, 2015
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 piece of plastic against the 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, carrying it calmly across 3 rooms to let it live peacefully outside, 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!!
EWWWWWWWWW
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