The humid, hot summer we've had has really exploded the cockroach population, in my humble observation. In particular, the big flying American cockroaches that we love to refer to as B-52's seem to be everywhere.
In the past week I've seen one a day. It is so disturbing.
Here is one of my first encounters, which I posted on Facebook to much sympathy:
OMG A HUGE COCKROACH JUST CRAWLED UP MY SHIRT I AM STILL FREAKING OUT EVEN THOUGH I SCREAMED SO LOUD IT WOKE UP MY FISH AND MY SICK HUSBAND WHO CAME UP TO KILL IT. SO GROSSED OUT. I AM WRITING IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I'M YELLING THIS IN ADRENALINE FEAR.
I was sitting at the kitchen counter with a loose t shirt on that must have billowed out a little on my back. I felt this tickling feeling on my leg and brushed it off thinking it was thread, and then 5 seconds later a tickling feeling on my lower back which I absent mindedly scratched and then the tickling feeling went higher up my body.
Then I realized it was an insect so I screamed and danced off the chair and brushed at my back. And I looked down at the floor HOPING it was a gecko which I think are cute, and it was the most horrific insect I can think of, the big cockroach.
I feel so VIOLATED.
It was only 9:20 at night! It's not like the house was silent and shut down for the evening!
However, just about every night since, I've seen one in the house, in places I normally don't.
One night I got up to use the master bathroom at midnight, and when I went to dry my hands on the towel, there was a big, juicy, young roach staring at me. You know how the ones in their prime are fat and glossy, and when they're about to die they're flat and dull? Yes, I could see every firm and shiny hair on its legs.
I screamed. It woke up Claus. He came to kill it. We both missed.
It ran into the bedroom. We lost it behind the dresser. I slept elsewhere that night.
Another night I went into the garage to do laundry. It was only 8 pm. I knew that there would be a roach waiting since it was dark. I was right.
I flung a magazine at it hoping to literacy it to death. I missed. I suck terribly at swatting big bugs.
I do not know why but I'm irrationally afraid to come into even indirect contact. The magazine is an extension of my arm. It's also closer than I wish to be to it, even if I realize none of this is logical.
I end up messing myself up even worse if I don't kill it because it lives to torment me another night. I've got to get over this inability of big roaches.
Now I'm very jumpy at home because every little dark blob or tickle could be a bug.
Are you noticing more roaches this summer and do you have a suggestion to get over this cockroach phobia?
PS, I might as well be this guy: