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So Iād been thinking of writing a blog post about my struggles with roaches, and then as I began writing discovered I couldnāt actually write about roaches without swearing at least every other sentence, and decided that maybe this wasnāt one for my official blog. But I still had lots of fun writing it (even if I didnāt have lots of fun living out this experience) so weāre gonna post it on tumblr instead.
Ok right folks, buckle in and prepare yourselves for the epic adventures of HICCUP AND THE COCKROACHES. This bedtime story is going to be mostly pretty gross and inconsistent and laden with expletives so LETāS DO THIS
So I know all you Texans and New Yorkers and People-Who-Live-In-Humid-Climate-ers are going ābro everyone gets cockroaches you just hate them and deal with itā and while I grew up in New York, I have spent a lot of my life in Utah, where it is too dry and too cold and too high for anything other than box elder bugs, so I am NOT ACCUSTOMED TO ROACHES. When I first came to Cameroon, I found roaches kind of interesting. Like, hey, check out this fucking huge beetle thing, thatās kind of nifty. And then I moved into my own home and watched them scatter every time I went to the latrine in the middle of the night, and I was like ok maybe these arenāt so great, I kind of donāt like roaches. And then they invaded my kitchen and living room at my first house and I was like ok so I kind of REALLY HATE ROACHES more than pretty much every living thing in my house, and I have seen some shit in this house so that is saying a lot. And then there was that time where I sprayed bug spray at a scorpion and roaches started DESCENDING FROM THE CEILING LIKE A BIBLICAL PLAGUE and as I stood in the middle of my kitchen clutching my can of illegal-in-the-States bug spray in one hand and a shoe in the other, jumping at every sound, I accepted that I am probably, definitely irrationally afraid of roaches. And before you say, āBut Hic! Youāve had spiders and scorpions and snakes and lizards and acid spitting beetles and mice and every other manner of creepy crawly in your house, why the fuck are you afraid of roaches, that do literally nothing to harm you?ā To which my response is, look I never said this was a RATIONAL fear man there is a reason I put the word IRRATIONALLY in front of the word afraid up there.
For all you Texans and New Yorkers and People-Who-Live-In-Humid-Climate-ers, I donāt actually have any idea how many roaches you might find in your apartments on any given day. Like, two? Is that high? Is it like five a week? 12 a week? I donāt know man I am completely guessing, somebody give me these statistics. ANYWAY I live in a house with a latrine. Do you know what you find in latrines, other than poop and spiderwebs? If you guessed roaches, you are COMPLETELY CORRECT. So my latrine is connected to my house, which means that my house is a horror show most of the time. As far as I can tell, they also live in my ceiling, and possibly in or near a wall in my kitchen so my house is like Roach City. This is NOT AN IDEAL SITUATION if you have an irrational roach phobia.
I went home to visit my family over the hols this year, and while I was home I paid a visit to this farm supply store, on the lookout for cat supplies for my obnoxiously fertile and flea-prone cat. While I was there, I came across an aisle of ā you guessed it, you smarty you ā farm grade pesticides. I never thought I could fall in love with what amounts to 32 ounces of chemicals in a bottle but here we are. So I snuck this stuff into the country wrapped in like 12 layers of plastic bags and made it all the way to my house with no incident. In case I was having second thoughts, I was greeted at my home by a LITERAL BUCKET FULL OF ROACHES in my latrine ā like, awesome, itās a good thing I donāt have to pee right now because I am NEVER ENTERING THIS LATRINE AGAIN. That was a lie, actually, I did have to pee but fuck it if I was going to enter that latrine in the dark so I held it til the next morning and had one of the most terrifying pees of my entire life. But it hardened my resolve and so that morning, Operation: EXTERMINATE began.
11: 57am. Operation: EXTERMINATE begins with me mixing up POISONOUS TOXINS next to the horror bucket in the latrine. Itās like one of those scenes in the movies where the people are trying to steal shit or whatever without waking up the dragon. The dragon, in this case, is a bucket of roaches.
Of course as Iām mixing this shit up a kitten just HAPPENS TO WANDER IN. Like fuck kitten you have no sense of self-preservation THIS SHIT COULD KILL YOU
Anyways I realise that I should actually clean out the latrine before I go spraying this magical death sauce on top of three inches of dust but in order to do that I have to ELIMINATE THE HORROR BUCKET. So I go into bugspray the shit out of it only to find that my first canister of moon tiger (this bug spray that definitely does not meet FDA approval and will probably give me 12 kinds of cancer) is basically empty, so now not only are they not dead but all MAD AS HELL (and by mad I mean that probably theyāre just really panicked but EITHER WAY theyāre trying to escape this bucket). I locked the door behind me so I could go get my other almost-empty canister and then returned to the roaches just milling about the bucket so I SPRAY THE SHIT OUT OF THEM and now Iām letting them stew in bug spray for a while and hoping theyāll die or eat each other sometime in the next ten minutes.
12:39pm. I HAVE SPRAYED THE DEATHSAUCE. I poked a hole in the lid of a Top bottle which sounds like an adequate substitute for a professional sprayer if you ask me. So I squirted this stuff around the walls and the floor of my latrine because there is a LOT OF IT and I just realised that thatās probably because itās meant for a much larger house and not necessarily because youāre supposed to lay it on really thick but uh I guess my latrine really will be a death trap. I couldnāt get it very high on the walls because 1. I am very short 2. holes in the lids of water bottles arenāt actually QUITE as easy to aim as one of those fancy pesticide sprayers and 3. as much as I want to get rid of roaches I donāt really want a face full of pesticide. Like Iāve accepted that itāll get on my hands and feet because HOW COULD IT NOT but face? eehhhā¦
Anyway now we wait to see what happens I guess? Iām gonna spray my kitchen later tonight when the kittens are nice and locked outside. Iām a little hesitant to do my room, because I donāt really want roaches falling and dying on my mosquito net? I might hit under the beds and stuff and just skip the walls.
So basically all thatās left to do is watch them DIE TERRIBLE DEATHS.
I donāt know if theyāre actually terrible deaths, they might just die normal deaths.
But die nonetheless.
And also hope that my cats donāt die too.
1:30pm. Like, I rinsed my foot off but itās still kind of itch and tingly, thatās fine right? Itās either pesticide or residual itchiness from my cat attacking it, unclear.
But if I have to sacrifice my foot for the greater goal of getting rid of roaches, then itās a sacrifice Iām willing to make.
2:48pm. Operation: EXTERMINATE update: So when I bought this stuff I specifically asked if it was a repellent, aka if I spray this shit on my walls with I have an army of roaches exploding from the walls seeking vengeance like the last two times I sprayed my walls/latrine, and he was like nope definitely not! Which means that there are three possible explanations for the 10+ roaches Iāve seen in the past hour: 1., he was lying out of his ass to get me to buy this stuff; 2., he has a very small roach population so whenever he uses it they al come out but he doesnāt notice it, and therefore doesnāt know any better; or 3., my roaches have decided that being nocturnal really just isnāt for them and theyād rather just chill with me in the daytime.
Basically what Iām saying is that I just sprayed my bedroom because fuck it if Iām going to risk bringing them all out at night, and that this shit had better kill them really fucking fast or Iām going to be partying it up with a shit ton of roaches tonight because the universe apparently hates me.
8:59am. Well, after an only MILDLY HORRIFYING night, I found a total of 32 dead roaches littered throughout my house. Good job, pesticide! 32 down, probably 999,468 to go!
Update: Well, three weeks later, Iāve completely forgotten that I wrote this, BUT Iāve probably swept about 100 roaches out of my house and only two roaches have climbed up my mosquito net in the past two weeks, so weāre calling Operation: EXTERMINATE a success! Go team!