Not Amused!

There was really only one thing I was dreading about returning to the south. It wasn't the heat, though I will be glad when we stop having 90+ degree days. It was the roaches. I was hoping, though, that by living in a relatively new complex, I wouldn't have to deal with them. Wrong I was! I had a run-in with them the first week until my neighbor gave me a few of the super-huge roach baits that you use with the super-huge roaches that seem to have infested my home. The baits seemed to do the trick. But apparently a friend saw a roach at my ordination party and without telling me, he disposed of it. Then I saw two smallish ones downstairs, so I added a few more baits and did a thorough cleaning. (Mind you, these guys were here before me, so it is NOT my housekeeping or lack thereof that is the problem.)

Tonight though the nightmare came true. I was changing shirts to go out for a walk. I had taken off the shirt I was wearing and was looking for another shirt when I felt something on my back. I did my "Insect get off me" dance, jumping and wiggling and waving my arm at my back. I turned around and saw a 3 inch roach scurrying into my closet. UNACCEPTABLE!!! Fortunately the baits seem to be having some effect because he was sluggish. And my trusty flyswatter and I made short work of him, but still! I cannot imagine how he got on me. Was he in my hair? Had he been on my back while I was working on the computer? Did he somehow jump on me while I was changing clothes? It was bad enough to know they were lurking somewhere in the walls, but to have one get on me. I seriously doubt I'll be able to sleep tonight.