Bring It On

Alright, remember my experience a few years back with an apartment complex called Cypress Springs? I wrote about it (and other sadness during that time) so eloquently here in the Koyaanisqatsi Chronicles. The big issue I had with that place was the out-of-control roach problem.

I'm starting to wonder if I am in a similar situation in my new home.

I have to admit, first of all, that I very rarely self-censor my posts here. For better or worse, if I hit "Publish Post" it generally stays, barring minor adjustments and typo corrections once I've read it through, of course.

Well, in February when I posted about moving into this new place, I had a short paragraph that spoke about my fear that roaches may be a problem since I did my initial cleaning and inspection shortly after move-in and I discovered several dead adults and nymphs in the nooks and crannies of the kitchen cabinets and near some living room baseboards. No where else. But it was enough to warrant concern. After that statement was included in the original post I thought about it a day or two later and I felt it was necessary to delete it...I didn't want to jinx my luck by calling out the thing I feared most.

I thought all was well over the past two months since I hadn't seen any new indications of unwanted visitors, but just this past week, they started popping up.

One last Sunday, then another on Tuesday, another single sighting on Thursday and last night the fourth. That one got away from me...I killed the rest. Today, I find who I think was him along with at least two other friends. Killed only one of them.

Oh no. This will be stopped right now.

I resprayed in the area of the sightings...all were in the same proximity, the kitchen cabinets near the sink, dishwasher and microwave. I'll give it a day, but if I see more, then the office will be called. My fear is though, when I did this at Cypress Springs, pest control stuck some nasty-looking paste on top of my ceiling panel and I watched in horror (albeit drunken so my adrenaline was somewhat stifled) as teams of them swarmed across my apartment from every orifice possible in order to get at the goo. It was disgusting. Yes it knocked them down, but I think it ushered in the next wave of pest infestation, and they weren't so tiny and certainly not so fraidy-cat.

I can't go through that again!

But if they try it, I'll be ready this time. Back then, in the midst of my Koyaanisqatsi financial woes, I had few resources to combat them. Now I can afford to bring them the Shock and Awe they deserve.

Let the chemical warfare begin!

(Que the usual Wagner piece...you know "Ride of the Valkaries" or whatever...the attack music in "Apocalypse Now". Oh now you know, right?)

Ta da da Daa Daaa, Ta da da Daa Daaa, Ta da da DAAH-DAAHH, Ta da Daa Dahhhh!