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| Got a Roach? |
| 08.08.05 (7:10 am) [edit] |
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I don't have any phobias - fine with heights, snakes, speaking in public, sharks. But mention roaches and I become a wuss. My issues with cockroaches began before birth. My mother was 11 months pregnant with me. (I exaggerate, but she was REALLY pregnant - 8 months pregnant.) She was driving from Florida to Atlanta in her VW bug on the interstate when she realized a huge roach was crawling up her leg. She stopped the car in the middle of the road and jumped out of the car. (Can you imagine driving by and seeing an uber-pregnant woman fleeing a car?) Fast-forward. I'm six. I'm taking an evening tennis lesson. (I hated tennis, hated being forced to take lessons, and think that was the beginning of my dislike of games that involve me chasing a ball.) I picked up a towel to wipe off some sweat and a roach was in it - it ran over my arm, into my shirt and down my back. I screamed bloody murder and took off my shirt. (Too bad I wasn't 20 years old guys, eh?) This incident concluded my tennis career. At 10, I was in Florida for a family wedding. I was going to take a bath in a motel room. I moved the shower curtain to find a HUGE palmetto bug (think roach on steroids). I hopped up on the toilet seat, screaming once again. The critter sat there on the tile in front of the toilet, totally unafraid, taunting me until my parents returned from getting directions to the wedding location. (I don't recall if he escaped or not, but I was traumatized further.) My freshman year of college. The 'lovely' (tongue-in-cheek) city of Mobile, Alabama. Labor Day weekend. I have a cold. I took some cold medicine - you know the stuff that makes your scalp feel all creepy-crawly? I am in bed, trying to sleep/breathe. My hand brushes my head as I felt something in my hair - but I just figured it was the medication. A minute later, I hear a poster on the wall rustling. I open my eyes to see a HUGE roach on the poster. I scream a bloodcurdling scream that has people all over the dorm calling security and rushing to my room. I jumped out of bed and I don't think my feet touched the floor. We named the roach "Pepe". Couldn't find him. I spent the rest of the weekend in a chair with my feet curled underneath me, paranoid that Pepe was coming back for revenge. *(Pepe was discovered a few days later in the room next to me and died after an incident with a Birkenstock which made him much flatter). And there are more incidents like that... |
posted by: onebadjen (reply)
post date: 08.08.05 (7:06 am)
spiders. roaches. bees. wasps. anything with creepy legs that might crawl on you in the dark or things that fly and sting... yikes.
posted by: Dstar (reply)
post date: 08.08.05 (9:08 am)
Palmetto bugs! Yep, those are the things we used to torch. They smelled really bad, but lived while on fire for a suprisingly long time. I had one crawl across my head in the middle of the night like you did. Man, that was a hard feeling to shake. I never did find it, and was on edge the rest of the night because of it.
I think they know what they are doing, by the way.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.08.05 (10:32 am)
Reply to: Dstar
Sounds like something people in Alabama would do to occupy themselves when they didn't have money for fireworks on the 4th. Or they could race them - the flaming roaches. hehe
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.08.05 (10:33 am)
Reply to: onebadjen
Bees don't bother me. I'll sit outside and one will land on me - I'll watch it and then it will take off. Once though, the fucker stung me - and I didn't even budge. Maybe it didn't like my scent or something?
posted by: MissJane (reply)
post date: 08.09.05 (4:33 am)
now i need to take a shower.
posted by: KlOVR (reply)
post date: 08.12.05 (8:44 am)
This is why I am glad I don't live in the south. I would be freaking out all the time.
posted by: islandArtist (reply)
post date: 08.19.05 (1:32 pm)
This story makes me so happy I don't live in roach country. I do however live in spider country- which I believe to be MUCH worse. We grow them HUGE out here on the island. and fast. Did I mention fast?
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 08.19.05 (1:49 pm)
Reply to: islandArtist
I discovered a black widow spider outside my window the other day. The rain knocked down the web. I'm waiting for her to reappear so I can spray her with poison. (Did you know Aqua-Net hairspray will kill just about any living creature?)
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