i live in a really old house and it doesn't help that my room mates leave the doors open all the time. it started when i came home from los angeles last month and i saw a monster (known as an american cockroach) on my bed. i flipped out. i think i actually went into shock because i was too afraid to kill it and thought it was going to run for the hills and i wouldnt find it, so i yelled for my room mate jeff and he ran in thinking it was something major and laughed at me and got on his knees and picked it up with a paper towel. ugh. he laughs at me all the time because i have a minor panic attack and get really close to, if i don't already, start crying. ever since then i have seen a few here and there and i have sprayed but jeff doesn't like the fact of poison being sprayed in the house. so i had to go the route of buying little roach houses and putting 2 in jeffs room since he lives in a lower part of the house, like 5 in the kitchen and one in my room only to be laughed at again at how crazy i look haha. so i haven't seen any since i put the houses up until this morning. god. there were two big buddies laying about a foot apart from each other in the smack dab center of my room. oh god i wanted to wake jeff up but i figured i would try and take care of it myself. not only was it making it worse that my cat was batting then with her paw i went to grab one and let go quickly. the feel of its little body and legs ughgghgh god i cant do it i bundled so much toilet paper and one by one i grabbed then and threw them in the toilet. looking at their little hunched over bodies and eyes and little legs OMG THEY ARE SO GROSSSSSSSSHDDD. i want to be okay like jeff and be able to make friends with them hahah no i don't.
someone please relate.
