365 Project Day 186

Okay, so this story is kinda gross but bear with me. Where to start...well first you have to know that I really hate bugs. Spiders terrify me but bugs in general I just dont like. Roaches in particular are just gross and unpredictable and they fly...yuck! I also do not kill bugs. I dont kill anything. I'm more likely to use my sister's trick and pour lotion or conditioner on them or spray them with hair spray and watch them stiffen up. So... my parents live in the Houston area and their house backs up to a lovely creek and wooded area. Needless to say, in Texas and particularly in that area they grow pretty big roaches. You know, the big water bugs or whatever they call them. Anyway, Mom and Dad get an occasional roach in the house usually at night when they are in the living room. Sometimes they may get 2 in one night. Well, for some reason, when I'm there, the roaches now come out in force. The first time, I came into the living room and they were everywhere. Flying, crawling on the walls, Dad's chair, dive bombing Mom. It was insane! Mom and Dad couldnt do anything about it so guess who got to do it? Yep, the bug hating, nonkilling person! So that time, I managed with bug spray to dispatch a total of 8-10 roaches who crawled off in one way or the other to die. I went to bed that night with my skin crawling and a towel up against the bottom of the door which opens up to the living room just in case any of them were still alive enough to take revenge. The last time I was there they didnt come out all at one time, thank goodness, but over the course of one evening a total of 23 roaches came out to torture us. Dad took care of the first 2 but having just had eye surgery his vision was a bit impaired. Needless to say, I had to take over and with my trusty fly swatter at the ready, one by one, I, the bug hating, nonkilling wimp became a master of the one swat dispatch. Twenty one roaches later and Dad was happy to dub me "Amy the Roach Killer"...goodie! So, the point of all that was to explain that this is a picture of my awesome new swatter. Never again will I depend on my husband or son to squish the heck out of a bug, leaving oogies all over everything or just missing and letting it get away to tease me later. I, my trusty swatter and the one swat dispatch will take care of the thankfully much fewer bugs that manage to get into my house. I pray though that the next time I'm at Mom and Dad's we dont set a new record. Twenty three can stand till the end of time and I'll be perfectly happy.