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April 2017

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The war of the Insect World against Kat escalates.

Wednesday morning, when I slammed down the snooze alarm and turned over, a bug ran across my mouth!!!

By the feel of it, I'm pretty sure it was a roach.

pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft PTUI!!!

On the positive side, two things - (1) it ran really fast, and (2) I wasn't asleep. (I often sleep with my mouth open. No, not going there.)

I finally decided to strike back. I got the Raid and nuked my bedroom, every little nook and cranny.


... a bug ran across my mouth!!!

I wish that there was a e-smiley / emoticon that could depict the look of sheer and utter terror that appear on my face when I read that line.


EWWWWWWW!!! I really feel sorry for you.
I think I can make you feel better.

We don't use pesticides, so we have BIG roaches (euphemistically named "Palmetto Bugs" in Miami; they're the big, tropical ones!) under the house. At night, they come in through cracks in the floorboards (now that the weather is cooler, we'll be sealing those up and putting boric acid all over under the house), and one spot they seem to love is our closet.

We put our clothes to be laundered in there, and it turns out that the roaches LOVE MY SCENT. They get inside my shoes, they crawl into my clothes and nibble them...and Kevin's stuff is UNTOUCHED.

I'm not sure whether I should be disgusted or flattered.

So far, they haven't gotten so fond of me that they're running over my face in bed, though. PTAH! You "win" that one!
I've seen Palmetto Bugs. Believe it or not, in *Germany*. If they're the ones I'm thinking of, anyway (we called them water bugs, there) - about 1/4 to 1/2 the size of my palm, rounder in body and harder in shell than the common roach. They're the reason I spent most of my adult life sleeping with my covers over my head.

I don't think you should feel disgusted or flattered. They're just bags of chemicals, too. *giggle*

You know, I never knew they chewed things until just recently. One climbed into a (mesh) slipper I have, and I put my foot in it. The poor roach did its best to chew its way out, and put a good-sized hole in my slipper, before it got around to biting *me* (and it hurt!) to let me know what was going on. By then it was too late for the poor thing, though.