taming "the beast"

Summertime brings so much happiness. She brings popsicles, sunsets, bbq's, lemonade and the list could go on for days. I simply adore summertime. Especially hailing from the world's most beautiful beaches, Summer never disappoints. The one thing that Summer has brought with her this year (to my apartment) is huge flying roaches.

These boogers are BIG. I mean the size of your fist big (maybe that is an exaggeration), but you get the point. I have had some encounters with these grotesque bugs.

encounter #1:
The shower. I hopped in the shower at approximately 6:25 a.m. Eyes still closed, half asleep I reach for the shampoo. To my surprise there "it" is .... the beast. My scream awakens the twins and they run to see if I have fallen. Close call, but no fall. So I drown the beast in a cup we had in the shower and flush him down the toilet. Owned.

encounter #2:
The beast makes a flying attack on Michelle while she sweeps the porch. To my dismay he escaped before being demolished.

encounter #3:
Sunday afternoon I am doing dishes when Maria enters the room with a shrill scream. No words, just a scream. I run into the laundry room thinking I have put too many towels into the washer and made it overflow again. Nope, "the beast" in on the door next to my head. So we stand in the kitchen (holding hands) wondering what to do. This is the biggest roach to date that we have slayed. So he scrambles and I grab a cup. I cup him on the floor. We couldn't figure out where to go from there so we put a plate on top of the cup so he couldn't move. Guess what? He suffocated after 3 hours! Slow miserable death. Owned.

So, thank you Summer for all the goodness you bring, but could you please hold off the the massive, nasty roaches that have made my apartment their home?