I hate cockroaches. Since I grew up in a very dry part of the US, I never encountered cockroaches, just seen pictures of them. When I moved to Texas, I learned a whole new definition of scary. I generally hate the saying, "Everything's bigger in Texas" but when it comes to cockroaches, it definitely holds true.My first encounter with a massive cockroach happened a year ago when I first moved here. Bryce wasn't living with me yet and I was sitting at home on the couch around midnight when I felt something tickling my bare foot. I looked down at the floor and there was a cockroach, probably about two inches long, tickling my foot with its antennae. I absolutely freaked out. I tried to muster up my courage and catch it, because I didn't want this monster running around my house, but it ran under my couch when i tried to trap it with a bowl. I screamed, I ran into my room, and I called Bryce crying because I was so scared. I couldn't get anyone to kill it for me because it was midnight, and I didn't have any pest spray, so all I could do was wait til morning and hope it didn't invite all its friends to come live with me. The next day I bought some traps and some Raid and dared it to show its ugly face ever again. I never found it.
So in the last year, there have been a few sightings of roaches, which is pretty common in this area. I was told by someone that the big daddy roaches live in trees and we live in an area that is surrounded by oak trees. I can see how they could come in. Every once in a while I have to pull out the can of Raid and spray and watch one shrivel up until it dies. This past weekend though, we killed four giant cockroaches in two days.
Since we were out of town for most of July, I think they decided that this would be a good place to live for a while. I've seen a couple tiny bugs, but hadn't seen anything huge until this past Friday. I had just gotten home from school and was laying on the couch to relax from the day, when I saw a cockroach crawling on the wall by my back door. I ran and grabbed a my trusty can of Raid and sprayed it and it quickly died. Later that night, we had some friends over to play cards and I was going to make some popcorn, so I opened my cupboard to find an absolutely massive cockroach sitting in there. I yelled at Bryce to kill it. He pulled out everything from the cupboard, sprayed, but it ran away somehow. Determined not to let my house be overrun by roaches, I decided to pull everything out from my cupboards yesterday and clean and spray every crack so that no more roaches could make homes in my kitchen. I didn't see anything while I was cleaning so I went to watch some TV while the chemicals dried. While I was watching TV, I heard something moving on the things I had pulled out of the cupboard. Sure enough, there was a cockroach trying to make a getaway. It crawled across my counter, behind my fridge, and when it came out, I sprayed the daylights out of it. While I was waiting for it to come out from behind the fridge, I saw another one on the wall trying to make a run for it, but I lost sight of it while I was trying to get the first one. Once I was sure the first one was dead, I saw another dead one under the counter. When Bryce got home from working out (I swear this always happens when he's gone), he found the third one and killed it.
Hopefully we've gotten most if not all of them. I really don't think we're infested, I think we just had a few that decided to live in our apartment while we were gone and didn't vacate when we got back. This is the time of year when they come inside looking for water, so once it cools down and rains, we'll see a whole lot less of them. Here's hoping I don't see anymore for a long time. I've had my fill.
