As they are quite fast and can change direction in the blink of an eye, the battle has been quite a challenge. However, great hunter that I am, I have been up to the challenge. Seven have checked into the “roach motel” and never checked out. One sat still long enough for me to bop his (or her, how do you tell) head with the handle end of a butter knife. One I hit with a hammer, after spraying him (or her, see above) with furniture polish. One was on the kitchen counter and the only weapon I had available was a hand towel. Since my long term memory is still functioning, I recalled the high school locker room days of towel snapping and I stunned him enough to flip him into the sink and quickly turned on the garbage disposal.
The cockroach in the picture below, I trapped in the fridge. Well actually it was the old fridge that we had moved into the "monooki" which is a storage area about the size of a 1-car garage that is attached to our house. I had left the fridge doors open so it wouldn’t get moldy, and as I walked by one day I noticed the roach, so I shut the door. A few days later I checked and discovered that he had passed on. An autopsy was never performed to determine if death was caused by
asphyxiation, starvation or heart attack.I’d like to think that I am winning the war, but I’m not that naïve. I read that they can produce thousands of offspring a year so we’ll need to come up with some other methods, but the experience thus far does make for a good blog.
Donn
P.S. Well I guess I have to add a PS. I was ready to post this but last night as we were getting ready for bed, Daisy noticed that we had a visitor in the bathroom. As the weapons from my arsenal (see picture above) were all downstairs, I was in a bit of a dilemma but Daisy came to the rescue and handed me a washcloth that had become a rag. I entered the bathroom, closed the door and prepared for battle. He darted left...I smacked him. He feinted left and darted right...I smacked him again. Actually after about 10 smacks from the dry rag, he pretty well gave up the fight and I threw him outside. Another job well done.
5 comments:
I checked with Wayne and he said if you send him a good picture he'll tell you the sex. You have to check the posterior! Not surprisingly, he thinks you have an oriental roach.
GREAT article and reminds me of our experience with roaches in Louisiana. Praying for you!
Bill
Hey Donn,
I love it!!! Especially "being the great hunter that you are".
It is amazing how much ingenuity a person has when needed, isn't it??
I don't envy you - I met my first cockroach in the bedroom garbage can in Honduras. This was, of course, when I was a bit younger and could leap a bit higher, but you get the idea. Ha!
You are in our prayers - go get those buggers.
Love, Jan A
hahaha oh boy do I remember the cockroach days!! There is something sadistic about those roach motels. Once we had a momma give birth to a bi-zillion babies in a roach motel...oh happy day!
Also, after we got ready for bed, I would go back out in the kitchen armed with a flip flop and turn on the light and see how many I could kill before they disappeared.
Then there was the time we found one on my hot chocolate...he/she swam out of the boiling teapot.
Cheers!
P.S. True success came when the entire apartment building was sprayed on the SAME day. Not just one apartment.
From the size you described, it's more like an Arabic one, as we got acquaintance in Hawaii. The smaller ones (1 cm long) are said to be Asian one that I saw in my college dorm rooms 20 years ago. But the smaller one produces and runs at least 5 times faster than the big one like this. They said the best way to prevent it from producing eggs even after it's dead is to burn it. :))
Rinse all your cooking utensils before using it.
In the name of Jesus and His precious blood, I claim that these ungodly intruders be kept out of your apartment, as that is a holy place and house of prayer where God wants to descend with His glory!
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