Our apartment I live in is fairly clean (especially when we, erm, clean it), and so far in my stay we've only had ants, but the other day I had another experience entirely: the cockroach.
My sister had been warning me against finding cockroaches; the other day when I was sweeping under a chest of drawers, she said that last time a cockroach had scuttled (I always thought scuttling was slow, like a crab walk - can cockroaches scuttle if they move at the speed of light? can they hyperscuttle?) from underneath it.
Well, I came back on Thursday from an activity and was about to enter the bathroom when I stopped dead. Just underneath the sink was a flat, black-and-red cockroach. It was supine, its disgustingly long antennae flat and its many feet sticking up in the air.
Eep.
I let K come over and "deal with it" by putting down the WSJ and then Popular Hikes Near New York City. She stepped on it and cleaned it all up (she's so so so nice, isn't she?). The cockroach, if not dead before, was now no more.
And promptly put in the trash. There will be no more cockroaches, I hope.
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