After a long day of work, followed by a trip to the grocery store, I was finally home. Imagine my surprise when a seemingly gracious cockroach offered to help me with my bags. I said no to him, as I unlocked the door, and then he proceeded to enter the main door of my apartment building. I was pissed. I told the little critter to beat it. He refused, and began to ask me questions about my apartment, as in was it clean and how my kitchen was. I went to unlock my door and he scuttled underneath the door with no problem. At that time, I was done being nice. I started screaming “Get out!” while trying to step on him. He continued to run around, complimenting me on how clean my apartment was and asking me what I was making for dinner. With a shoe in one hand, followed by a stomp, the trespasser was dead.
This is one of the reasons I hate Florida. There are more cockroaches here than in New York. They are called “palmetto bugs” here, I am guessing to make it sound less negative, but no, they are still disgusting cockroaches, no matter what you call them. And these little heathens will fly into you, crawl over your feet and ask if you have anything to drink in your home. Lucky for me, I have central a/c, so the critters can’t crawl in through the cracks or anything, just the one under my front door. I’m still deciding if I want to buy my place, because it’s super cheap, but it needs some work. And paint, a new bathtub, a new oven…ugh.
