Returning to Dayton has not been easy for me. For one I had a pretty fantastic time at home and coming back to Ohio was once again forcing me to give up my life. But the larger reason that this particular return was difficult was because I had to learn fairly swiftly the art of extermination!
Last night I returned back to my room a little after 10:30. I was multi-tasking--talking with Fr. Sam on the phone and checking my email when all of a sudden the nastiest roach when scurrying right past my feet and across the room! To say the least I had to apologize to Fr. Sam not only for screaming and dropping the phone in a panic but for the profanities that crossed my lips in the process! I was successful in lobbing my flip flop at the monster and killing it. . . cleaning it up was GROSS. . . have you ever smelled a squashed roach? It's nasty! OH, did I mention how big the sucker was??? THREE INCHES!!! I felt creepy and crawly for the next half hour.
I was obviously shaken up on the phone with Fr. Sam . . . who being a bug hater himself showed me much sympathy and offered support to get me through this time of creepiness!!! Shortly after ending the conversation with Fr. Sam I went to grab something from under my bed and there again a second THREE inch roach bolted from its hiding place! I quickly jumped for higher ground. . . grabbed my phone and called the good priest back . . . he simply answered by saying, "this can't be good!" He was right! There I was phone in one hand, crying about how miserable I was, standing on a chair armed with a flip flop trying to find the nasty beast!
The only thing worse was that time that my sister's iguana got loose and I attempted to search for it dressed in jeans tucked in my boots, snow gloves and a stick! Hysterical on the phone I decided I had to get down and search for it. . . it's one thing to "think" that there "might" be another one. . . BUT to "KNOW" that it's running around is a whole nother bucket of worms!
Long story short. . . I killed the second one. . . complained to the front desk, who said with a smile on their face that they could do nothing for me, grabbed my car keys, went to Meijers (the only 24 hours store besides the satanic Walmart), bought roach killer (for "small roach" as it was all that the store stocked, and headed back to the war zone. Upon opening the roach killer I discovered that "small roaches" were definitely NOT what I was having a problem with! Miserably I went to the desk again and DEMANDED something be done!
They FINALLY sent the trouble shooter up who gave me more roach killer, a bottle of roach spray and a lecture on how roaches do indeed get in your bed and where there's one there are thousands! UGH, thanks dude, you are so VERY helpful!
So I sprayed my room. . . a lot! At the advice of Fr. Sam, left all my lights on, put on a blindfold to block the light out and went to sleep. . . and of course dreamt of killing roaches all night. To say the least it was a VERY restless night!
Today. . . I went to Mass and prayed profusely that God protect my room from the devilish beasts. Before returning to my room I took a trip to the grocery store to buy BORAX, a laundry soap that dries up roaches exoskeleton killing them. I cleaned my room, vacuumed EVERYTHING, I even moved the bed for a thorough cleaning! Then I put the BORAX EVERYWHERE!!! Hopefully I encountered my last!
Tomorrow's headlines: Graduate Student at UD inadvertently poisons herself while dealing with roach infestation!
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