Perhaps I've made you envious with my pictures of our lovely back yard. Some of you, though, may know one particular drawback to living on the water: roaches and palmetto bugs. Some of you may further know that "palmetto bug" is a pretty euphemism for "flying cockroach" which obviously is just a completely unacceptable creature. If you live outside the southeast, I suggest you just choose to not believe that such an abomination actually exists.
So, yes, we've seen some of these in our house. I called an exterminator, who came on Wednesday. He warned me that the stuff he sprayed may draw the roaches out, meaning we'd see more of them for a week or two. Which, you know, is fine if it's in the name of killing them all.
Fine, right up until roughly four o'clock Friday morning when I had a COCKROACH IN MY HAIR. I'll give you a minute to have your full body sympathy shudder.
I'd seen Raj sit up in bed and brush something off his arm. In the interest of ever sleeping again, I told myself that it was a spider. I've woken up with bites a couple of times, so it didn't seem so farfetched. Not too much later, I heard the buzzing of large wings in the vicinity of my head and felt something on my pillow and freaked the hell out AS ONE DOES in such a situation.
Raj turned on the light, I located the roach at the bottom of the box spring, and Raj killed it. This was of course what had been on Raj as well. He made the decision not to get up and kill it at the time because maybe I was sleeping and it would freak me out if he turned on the light to kill the roach. Now he knows: always, ALWAYS kill the roach. IMMEDIATELY, IF NOT SOONER.
The only one I've seen since then was already dead, which while not the most delightful thing to find on the laundry room floor, is always better than a live cockroach. I'm hopeful that our live cockroach in the house days are over, but the memory lives on, haunting me...