Uh Oh.
Oh how I’ve come to dread those words. Tonight we were relaxing on the couch drinking wine, when I hear Girts say, “uh oh.” He didn’t scream or anything, but it was enough to send the goose bumps to my skin and give me the weebie geebies. Why you might be wanting to know at this point? La cucaracha. Cockroach. After much disgusting research, I can say more precisely an American Cockroach. How can I be certain that it’s an American Cockroach? Well, American Cockroaches are the ones that grow to 2″. And I think it’s going to be a long night because it was crawling across our bed. On my side.
Girts has ensured me numerous times that it must have crawled in through a crack that opened up under our air conditioner. There was a crack (that is now sealed). And this does fit the behavior of American Cockroaches. After scouring the apartment with a mirror (that can see under and behind places) I know I shoud trust my husband, but I still can’t get past the weebie geebies. This weekend Girts has the job of cleaning under the kitchen sink and next to the fridge where we have stacked our paper bags. German Cockroaches like eating paper bags. I’m not sure about the American ones, but one can never be too safe.
I know I will need to cohabitate, to a degree, with cockroaches, but I am not looking forward to it. Zoe really needs to do a better job of catching the crawly things that creep throughout our humble abode. And to those of you who are planning a visit…I will make no guarantees, but August 1st, the first Tuesday of the month, when the exterminator wakes us up knocking on our door, we will take advantage of the free extermination. It’s cat-safe.