So today is one of those days that I don't like very much. It's a cockroach day. Which means....they are EVERYWHERE! We've seen an increase of them for the past couple of days, but still...I don't like it. So on with the story.....
Tyler got one before he went to work, then I went to get Spencer up, and there was one right at his door. Time to go get armed with the Swiffer. I kill that one, and I think okay, I'm done for the day. Nope. I go to take a shower, and see in our room amid the mess (we are still trying to unpack some things, so don't get upset mom) there is a HUGE cockroach...probably 2 to 3 inches long. Well this one wasn't going to take anything from me. He started running everywhere! So then that means...I run everywhere! I have Spencer come in to try and help me find it. I can't find it and still take my shower (the fastest I've ever taken). So I'm not happy that I have to be in the house all day with a roach that I know is still alive and roaming around. But finally a couple of hours later I see it scurrying out of our room down the hallway, and going for the front door. I yell for Spencer to get the Swiffer, while I go get the bug spray, and for him to keep an eye on the roach so we can find it. I spray my heart out to get that thing to slow down...he was a fast bugger! Then finally I got it with the Swiffer, and it made the weirdest popping sound. The best part was when I asked Spencer if he wanted to get it to put it in the toilet (mostly because I didn't want to do that), and he was like yeah. So he went and got a shred of toilet paper. I looked at him and said I don't think that will be big enough. So he went back and got another shred. I told him I would get the toilet paper for him to use, and then he started to bend down and get the roach. When he got close to it and kinda swiped at it, he realized that he wasn't cut out to grab it and take it to flush it. He shot right back up and said I don't want to get it, I'm scared. Poor kid....his mom is terrified of bugs, and now depends on him to be the strong one! So then he just pushed it up on the Swiffer and we finally flushed it. The end.
The whole fiasco took probably 10 mins. But the roach is gone, although it's relatives will be back tomorrow to avenge his death. This life in the Congo is rough! (Hope you got your laugh for the day out of this...I'm sure some of you did)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Not funny to me...but to you...probably
Posted by Becca at 9:01 AM
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3 comments:
oh man, becca... i was cracking up the whole time while reading this post. i'm not trying to make fun of your bad day, but i'm so glad you write these stories. i love hearing about all your adventures, cockroaches and all!
xoxo
I totally know what you are talking about... I am more scared of the things then they are of me... And if I don't get it, I can't relax thinking it will pop back up at any time. I get out the vaccuum though... I'm not picking that thing up with my hands!!! :)
i love you becca!!!!!!!
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