This morning, I found a grown cockroach outside of our trash chute. I didn't see the body first but its long antennae flicking around. Adult cockroaches here are about 1.5 inches long. Thelo argues that they're 2 inches long, but we haven't the guts yet to actually measure them. The first thing I did was message Robby through Whats App & implore him to come home to kill it. His method: smooshing it with a small plastic bag around his basketball shoe. No response. So I checked the Internets to see what might kill it. Vinegar won't work. Neither will soapy water, though some people on the Internets claim it works. Our easy roach killer: boiling water! Atticus volunteered then backed out, so I had to do it. He stood next to me for moral support. As I poured a bit of water on it, it fell off the wall, landed on its back, twitched, then died. I left it there for the rest of the day, proud to have killed it but afraid to toss it in the trash. Actually, I am such a wimpy wimp that I checked on it twice to make sure it was still dead.
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| It looks small, but it's actually large! |
Strange, as a child, I was rarely fazed by squashing a spider or silverfish with a tissue. I saw my parents do it all the time. (Remember watching silverfish squirrel around inside light fixtures?) But as an adult, I get a little queasy when I have to do it.
Onward to the cockroaches! We will battle them all! (& leave the kitchen light on all night)
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