So I'm in the bathroom and I'm about to engage it the sorts of activities one engages in when they're in the bathroom when I realize I'm not alone. Accompanied by a 6-legged creature the size of a small dog I audibly yelped with excitement as it scurried behind a waste basket. After my heart returned to my chest cavity from its trip to my throat, I quickly found my heaviest pair of shoes and disptached the chihuahua-sized cockroach with swift, yet fair, justice. Let's be reasonable. He had four more legs than I did. Not exactly a fair fight. I think I was entitled to a weapon of sorts.
Oh yeah, and we have ants. Lots of ants.
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Lucky you. You need not worry. If I was up-in-the-air before, I have now made up my mind. I am definitely not coming to visit.
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Okay, now here I can be of assistance, all those years living in NYC (and the Hawaii roaches aint exactly "little" either). The rules are:
ReplyDelete1) nothing you spray on them will ever kill them. they wear armor, for christ's sake.
2) they can withstand serious pressure. hitting them with shoes, good. putting the shoe on to step on them, even better.
3) they are NOT dead. ever. and don't try flushing the little bastards, you'll just end up with an extremely unpleasant surprise at a future point...
essentially, you're screwed.