We have a crazy cat lady (who also has a few spare dogs lying oh just everywhere) and because of her paranoia and the sheerly oppressive stench of animal feces and urine she won't allow anyone in her apartment. This includes pest control companies. ESPECIALLY them. Why, they'd expect the animals to be placed in their crates. They'd want to be able to walk a straight line through her unit (which is impossible on account of the hoarding) and they'd most probably like a courtesy clean, so they don't step in puddles of piss and hunks of shit.
I'll bet you're asking yourself, "How the heck does this impact on Gregger's life? What's up his ass?" Well, I'll tell you. Her house has become a haven for cockroaches. Hundreds of them. Swarms. And they are travelling through the cracks and crevices of her unit into mine. Before yesterday, my infestation had gotten so fucking bad that when I turned the kitchen light on the very floor itself was covered with the little buggers. The floor looked like it was rippling. I estimated over 100.
I spent three hours out of my morning yesterday to pack up all my belongings and place everything in a HUGE pile in the middle of the room. The pest control guy was wonderful. He came in an sprayed a very generous amount of pesticide on baseboards and the backs of cupboards, removing the drawers in the process. And with a smile, he told me Zoe and I were "homeless" for four hours, and left.
I had to sneak back in, to see what was happening. Dozens of roaches were madly climbing the walls, whilst others walked right along the baseboards and began to succumb in rapid numbers. Some roaches were running around in endless circles until they collapsed; others "jumped" from spot to spot, then started having what looked like itty bitty roach seizures. By the time I was back 5 hours later the floor was littered with dozens of little corpses. It was nothing less than a roach genocide. And even today I'm vacuuming up the dead and dying in masses. And today I'm just finishing re-assembling my apartment and cleaning up the fallout. But no mopping. I'll save that for 2 weeks to ensure I don't remove any active insecticides from doing its job.
A roach genocide.
I am a peace loving man. I believe in a-himsa, the Hindu concept of non-killing, and therefore non-violence. This is bad karma I can't avoid collecting. I will plant a tree or two as soon as the weather permits, and hopefully make amends. But those disease carrying little monsters are finally under control.
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