I hate them. I really, really hate those ghastly scuttling suckers. Today I'm sitting at my kitchen table, typing away and minding my own business when a half-grown one scuttles down my wall...I managed to hit it with my rolled up yoga mat so it fell to the floor. After some yelling and thwacking with the yoga mat I killed it, got about seven sheets of kitchen paper and got it into the trash. Then I sat to think about how the heck it could've gotten into my apartment since my door seems to be pretty tight. I realized that since I've been opening my window to air out the cooking smell, that's probably how it got in. So now I'm just going to open my bedroom window because it has a screen in it and keep my fan on to keep my apartment smelling nice.
But I've seen quite a few in the streets, and it's kinda creepy. I remember seeing the Floridian ones in the garden a lot, but in the street? These ones are much darker too, almost evil looking. I really, really hate cockroaches.
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