After telling a bunch of my roach stories to someone at work they asked me if I ever considered moving because of roaches or anything. I realized that the thought never crossed my mind because I’ve pretty much grown accustomed to it. Not to say that I get a roach so often it’s mostly during the Summer, and during that time an exterminator comes every month.

Then the other day I was reaching for a plastic bag to put into a trash can and there was a roach hiding it. I FREAKED and then managed to kill it. I realized that my comfort zone with pests is provided they stay in my feet area though not touching them bare. Any time they get any higher than that I’ll be more inclined to freak out. If there’re rats on the street not bothering me I’m fine because I’m running under the assumption that self preservation instinct will keep them away from me.