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[dianora2]

I just killed a giant cockroach, one of those waterbug types. In my kitchen. Luckily it was on its back (though still alive). Of course, since I'm phobic, killing it took a while. The process went like this:

See bug on kitchen floor. Scream OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD and run away into living room.

Stay in living room for a while, freaking out, hyperventilating and girding loins.

Pick up heavy hardcover book I was going to get rid of anyway, and venture back into kitchen, holding book up to avoid direct eye line with bug.

Throw book down onto bug, resulting in carapace dislocation. Freak out. Mutter Oh my god oh my god oh my god and run back into living room. Hyperventilate.

Venture back into kitchen, realize you have one paper towel left. Great. Take paper towel and clean up shell bit peeking out from book. Throw away, then run back into living room for more deep breathing.

Decide to sacrifice crappy old hand towel. Go back into kitchen, pick up book and run to throw it in garbage. See smashed giant bug and bug juice on floor and almost puke. Throw hand towel on top of bug, then run back into living room for a while.

Go back into kitchen and clean up rest of bug, being sure not to be able to see any of it. Drop it in garbage. Tie up garbage bag. Wash hands. Retire to couch for a while.

It was my first one in this apartment. Those giant fuckers are cost of business for living in this city, but damn if it doesn't get any easier.

On the plus side, I now know that if I scream as if I'm being murdered, my asshole downstairs neighbors will not bother to check on me. ;P

Comments

[kaitiebear.livejournal.com]

Both your story and your icon cracked me up!
Go you for being persistent and getting rid of the little bugger.