Casa Cucaracha
Below, an artist’s hastily drawn rendition of a quiet night at home with myself and Christopher:
Yes, the roaches have us by the balls. Happens like clockwork every year when the weather starts heating up. They only appear one of two at a time, but still. No matter how many preventative measures we throw at ‘em, our otherwise lovely home never fails to get a new batch of the critters each Spring. We spray, set traps, plug up any holes that they might be coming though (all the while observing how many cracks and holes an 80 year old house can have), but they keep coming back. One night last week. we were watching TV in our dark living room. I could feel a feather-light itch on my one bare foot placed on the floor. We turned the lights on, and sure enough a roach was hiding under the couch. A special sort of roach who dared to scurry over my foot — ewww!!
The only halfway gratifying thing to come out of all this is that, year by year, we appear to be winning the cockroach battle. Christopher has perfected a roach catching technique that only involves one plastic sandwich bag and a lot of courage. He catches the roach with the bag around his hand, seals the bag and suffocates it to death. Nice. (artist’s rendition of a dying roach at right)
