Did you read the title? Then you know this is going to be about a really big roach. Man, I hate roaches. Especially really big ones. Here's the thing: I'm from Texas, we have roaches in Texas, in varying quantities/sizes depending on where you're at. Down in the Valley, the very southern tip of Texas, there are many/huge ones. The second time we moved to Harlingen (in the Valley) we lived in what is known as "the rent house" before buying a place. Our creative juices were flowing when we came up with that one. We should really call it "the roach house" because, honestly, it belonged to the roaches. Here is the incident that never fades...never...never...
It was such a hot day, and my sisters and bro and I were in the backyard. I think we were bathing Frisky, our yellow lab puppy, and of course playing around with the hose. It was HOT. As we sprayed the water all around the back porch, naturally it soaked the sliding glass doors. This next part, although it happened very quickly, plays in slow motion in my mind: Roaches poured from the door seams, all four of them. The big, outdoor roaches, long and fat and darkdarkdark brown. They just kept coming and coming, from the sides, from the top, from the bottom. I'm getting the shivers just typing this...I could keep elaborating, but I won't. So anyway, that's my traumatic roach run-in. And there were many run-ins in the rent house...
Anyway, back to the present-day. Well, Saturday night. I was kicked back in Grandma's recliner in the computer room, using the laptop, and Zachariah was at the desk when my eyes were drawn to a large shape moving quickly across the floor. Yep, huge roach! Not even trying to be sneaky! The brat! It seemed to have come from under my chair and was headed for Z, so I said, "Zac! Get it!" Luckily there was a small toolbox that was perfect smashing size, and lots of CDs and stuff. So, my big Hunky-Roach-Killer-and-Overall-Protector grabs...his sock. It was a white sock, perfect for whipping with, which, he confessed, is what he planned to do to the roach. Whip it. Whip it good. And that is obviously what roaches fear most in life, because as soon as he saw the sock come out, he dashed under a chest of drawers and refused to show his dirty little face. So now we have Monster Roach roaming the house. This guy was a good 2 inches. Zac says he was only an inch-and-a-half, but hey, he was going to kill the thing with a sock, so what does he know.
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yea you stole my bug killer so i had to find myself a new one. that gives new meaning to disgusting
When I was a kid about 3 or 4 years old, we lived in Texas, Galveston area. I remember very will, the roaches on our back porch, it was enclosed, so you would think nothing could get in, ahah.
I would turn the light on at about 8 pm and there would be a 3 roach for every square foot of the walls and ceiling. About 200 plus, big 2 & 3 inches and lot of babies.
I still remember very will, and I was only 4.
Thing we remember from childhood.
Uncle D
That's about the only thing that scares me in movies, roaches. They are so freaking disgusting! Did you see Creep Show? I think it was that one with the last story. Anyhow, it is pretty freaky.
Wow I'm so glad you have a 'Hunky-Roach-Killer-and-Overall-Protector' (of course the roach did get away...) what a story from TX! I say let the kids play with them, they always need new friends:)
I have a phobia about bugs...especially roaches...I don't know how you sleep at night.
I remember those Harlingen roaches! I used to have to run the water for bath or shower on full hot for at least a full minute or two before i would get under the water...too many roaches coming out the drain and worse yet, the faucet. I also used to sleep with my sheets completely tucked around my whole body and had my ears plugged. If I could have I would have plugged my nose too (while sleeping with my mouth closed). I never got in my bed without checking all the covers and every square inch of that bed to make sure I was alone in bed. I also got into the habit of washing my dishes right before I used them as long as no one was looking, if anyone was looking, I only washed my fork or spoon (for some reason I felt that looked less OCD). Gotta love rentals in roach territory.
Ewwwww. I so remember in that house hoping other people were up before me if it was still dark when I woke up in the mornings, so I wouldn't have to turn on the light in the dark...too many times it wasn't the light switch I would touch first...nothing worse than a squirming light switch...*shudder*
Also gotta say "Bravo" to the Roach Hunter. He may have gotten away this time, but I have full confidence that you'll 'whip' him into shape next time he shows his ugly mug. ;o)
No, I haven't seen Creep Show...I did see Enchanted and those roaches were creepy! But cute-creepy...wow. I said roaches were cute. If they would swirl outa my drain and clean my tub, then -- no, still don't want 'em!
And Marcia, I totally wash off dishes b4 using them. Z thinks I'm crazy, for some reason... :P
And you rubbed off on me, A, because I am convinced roaches hang out on light switches...
Wow, that's pretty gross. I personally have never seen a cockroach in real life. Doesn't sound fun. And it'd be more of an ordeal with little ones around that would love to probably eat it. Wow, that memory sounds terrifying.
I forgot to mention that my little nephew when he was two years old loved Raisin Bran, until one of the raisins crawled out of his bowl and onto him. He is 20 now and I think he still won't eat it.
I don't really mind the big roaches- it's the little pale ones that bother me. I once was in the shower and looked up and one was hiding behind the shower head- I swear it was staring at me- stone still. It was so creepy. I backed out of the shower slowly and ran to get someone to squish it. That's the only time I've been scared of one. Worms and centipedes are a whole nother story though...
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