None of us are talkative in the mornings. We wake up in sequence and get ready for another day at work with VH1 playing in the background and we go our separate ways (or our together ways, if you're KR and I).
It was completely out of the ordinary, then, when KR screamed after putting her English muffin in the toaster this morning. Was there something wrong? A broken glass? Mold on the muffin? Pigeon attack? (All things that have happened before).
Nope. It was an insect. A disgusting water bug/roach- undoubtedly sent to plague us all.
The little guy was legs-up in the sink, and had all the appearance of death around him, so we left him there until it was time to leave. No sooner had the excitement of bug #1 died down, than bug #2 was discovered. Another scream, another commotion- this time in the bathroom.
I never saw him, but I'm sure he was gross as well. He was described as a centipede with invisible legs. Terrifying.
I was elected by default to deal with bug #1, and I thought it would be fairly painless, since he was dead and all.
Nope, not dead. He was very much alive. KR offered the same heel of her shoe that we previously used to assemble furniture before we had tools- but the idea of a smashed, dead roach in the kitchen sink sounded particularly unappetizing, so we had to come up with a Plan B.
I trapped him under a glass as he scurried around the sink, slid a napkin underneath to make him portable, and flushed him, which was met with another scream from KR as we speculated as to whether or not he could swim.
This is what happens when the weather gets warmer, so we'll just have to regulate, and by regulate, I mean perform insect genocide within the confines of our apartment.
I'm fine with nature, as long as it stays outside. AV is the one who sleeps next to the open window at night, so if any animal comes to attack I'm confident it will get her first. This helps me sleep at night.
Mosquito: "Hey bartender! Bloody Mary, O-Positive."
-'A Bug's Life'
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