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Let me preface this by saying there are approximately three things that creep me out, bug-wise. Centipedes, poisonous spiders, and maggots in garbage (outside of garbage, I don't much care).
Add now to this list: COCKROACH IN MY FREAKING BATHTUB.
That thing had better have been acting alone, and it had better not have laid ANY eggs in ANY of my stuff because EW EW EW EW EW cockroaches are supposed to happen to dirty people, and are not supposed to exist in my own personal space EW!
I mean, I'm weird. I'll admit the things are actually kind of cute with their long antennae and swishiness... when they are somebody else's business. I'm going to sit here and hope the cretin crawled up out of my toilet or something (which is plausible, considering our water was turned off for "maintenance" and all the pipes were utterly emptied for a while, and who knows what goes on in old musty basements around here, bug-wise, and who knows what the "maintenance" really was).
The scene itself was pretty embarrassing, to the point that I just want to write it down and forget about it. I went into the bathroom after work for the usual reasons, and after I sat down, spotted a brown insectoid creature calmly waving its little antennae at me. And I went... "... Ew." and fussed around for a while trying to decide the best way to deal with it, which involved far more nancing around on my tiptoes than is strictly respectable; then I went into the kitchen and got one of my containers and literally chased it around the bathroom, afraid to come even close to touching the thing (and I'm generally kind of tough around bugs. I rescue silverfish and take them outside. I put spiders in cups and release them elsewhere). I eventually turned the shower on and tried to trick it into dousing itself in water, which it did, but this didn't even slow the lousy thing down and I was still chasing it, and dousing my own self in water in the process, which I'm sure it was laughing about, and the thing was freaking doing backstrokes down the bottom of my tub when I finally gave in and just threw the container over it, got an old bank statement, and trapped it. And so now it's in a sealed container, in my trash can, and I'm kind of trying to feel bad about just letting it suffocate to death, but I know it's probably going to live anyway because the things are basically indestructible. (Which is really why I didn't just step on it. I didn't want to deal with bug-mess and a wily, zombie-like roach.) I've probably just packaged it up with a tasty snack of whatever was on the inside of the container, and soon enough it'll be liberated inside of a garbage truck and basically in roach heaven. I've probably done the thing a favor.
Which is why I hope it takes that into account and doesn't ever come back. Or bring any of its friends. If word gets out, I might end up being kind of a half-way house on the way to roach heaven. I don't want that.
Either way, I'm closing the lid on my toilet tonight. And maybe taping it shut.
Which will not be good for me in the morning.
I'm not sure if I'm creeped out because they're gross, or because their presence is a kind of negative-judgment on my ability to keep things clean, or because they're kind of evolutionarily superior to me, as far as survival goes, and I'm kind of vaguely offended. But to find out that I'm also girlishly weak against them when they're on my own territory... it's just embarrassing. I should at least be able to stare them down all stony-faced and be like "Well, you know what. We have thumbs. And art. So there. Now get out of my freaking bathtub."
Add now to this list: COCKROACH IN MY FREAKING BATHTUB.
That thing had better have been acting alone, and it had better not have laid ANY eggs in ANY of my stuff because EW EW EW EW EW cockroaches are supposed to happen to dirty people, and are not supposed to exist in my own personal space EW!
I mean, I'm weird. I'll admit the things are actually kind of cute with their long antennae and swishiness... when they are somebody else's business. I'm going to sit here and hope the cretin crawled up out of my toilet or something (which is plausible, considering our water was turned off for "maintenance" and all the pipes were utterly emptied for a while, and who knows what goes on in old musty basements around here, bug-wise, and who knows what the "maintenance" really was).
The scene itself was pretty embarrassing, to the point that I just want to write it down and forget about it. I went into the bathroom after work for the usual reasons, and after I sat down, spotted a brown insectoid creature calmly waving its little antennae at me. And I went... "... Ew." and fussed around for a while trying to decide the best way to deal with it, which involved far more nancing around on my tiptoes than is strictly respectable; then I went into the kitchen and got one of my containers and literally chased it around the bathroom, afraid to come even close to touching the thing (and I'm generally kind of tough around bugs. I rescue silverfish and take them outside. I put spiders in cups and release them elsewhere). I eventually turned the shower on and tried to trick it into dousing itself in water, which it did, but this didn't even slow the lousy thing down and I was still chasing it, and dousing my own self in water in the process, which I'm sure it was laughing about, and the thing was freaking doing backstrokes down the bottom of my tub when I finally gave in and just threw the container over it, got an old bank statement, and trapped it. And so now it's in a sealed container, in my trash can, and I'm kind of trying to feel bad about just letting it suffocate to death, but I know it's probably going to live anyway because the things are basically indestructible. (Which is really why I didn't just step on it. I didn't want to deal with bug-mess and a wily, zombie-like roach.) I've probably just packaged it up with a tasty snack of whatever was on the inside of the container, and soon enough it'll be liberated inside of a garbage truck and basically in roach heaven. I've probably done the thing a favor.
Which is why I hope it takes that into account and doesn't ever come back. Or bring any of its friends. If word gets out, I might end up being kind of a half-way house on the way to roach heaven. I don't want that.
Either way, I'm closing the lid on my toilet tonight. And maybe taping it shut.
Which will not be good for me in the morning.
I'm not sure if I'm creeped out because they're gross, or because their presence is a kind of negative-judgment on my ability to keep things clean, or because they're kind of evolutionarily superior to me, as far as survival goes, and I'm kind of vaguely offended. But to find out that I'm also girlishly weak against them when they're on my own territory... it's just embarrassing. I should at least be able to stare them down all stony-faced and be like "Well, you know what. We have thumbs. And art. So there. Now get out of my freaking bathtub."
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I don't blame you. (-; But so far in the aftermath, things are bug-free.
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It's your own fault, anyway, for recording the event in the form of an amusing anecdote, with your usual style of intellectual witticisms. :P
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Oh, and there was the one in my bathtub back in Hawaii AFTER IT FLEW INTO MY FACE GOING MWWRRRRNRNRNRNRNRRRRRRRRRRRTHOK