The day after I wrote about my bathroom spider visiter, I went in there again and a spider jumped out from the corner. It must have been the sibling of the one I'd killed yesterday; they looked exactly alike. This one I showed no mercy, and didn't even try to get it out the window. Let's say that two days, two spiders, two heart attacks, one tiny room: I'd had enough.
A week or so after that I spotted a larger spider on my ceiling in the landing room, above my book shelves. By this time I knew right where the spray was, and I was pissed.
Last week I had an encounter with big ugly. I'm praying they don't get bigger (but I'm not holding my breath). I went into the kitchen at 9 pm last week on Tuesday and a piece of the black on the microwave door moved. I was less than thrilled. I had so much adrenaline I was shaking as I sprayed that cockroach. There was so much spray used that it congealed on top of the counter.
On Friday night I went out to go to the convenience store. It was dark out, around 8 or 9 pm. I put on my shoes, open the door and start to walk outside and there is a huge spider, about the size of a grapefruit sitting on the stoop of the house, startled buy the light turning on (movement activated). I pulled my foot back inside and let that door shut so fast. It took me three minutes of heavy breathing before I finally went outside.
Then later Friday night, okay, it was really Saturday morning, I caught a sibling of Thursday's cockroach crawling across my floor. There was a little less panicing while I sprayed this one, and more remorse about having to wash my floor when this was over.
That brings me to this morning. 5 am. I felt something on my arm and rolled over.
Only to be bitten by a 7 inch centipede.
I'm starting a song:
With all this action, is it any surprise I felt remorse for injuring the centipede? It freaks me out a lot, but honestly, I'll take one centipede if it means it'll eat all the roaches. I hope I didn't kill it. That could mean baby centipedes really soon. I hit it with my water bottle and got it's rear. It hid behind a picture I haven't hung up yet, and when I went to get the spray, it disappeared.
So to surmise:
My kitchen is infested with cockroaches.
My landing is claimed by spiders.
My tatami room is centipede territory.
Now I'm thinking I'll sleep in my bedroom.
So what lives there?