Until this past Monday I had only found one roach in our new apartment. It was behind the sofa futon in the living room and dead. The night before last though we killed no less than SEVEN roaches. We were thinking maybe somewhere in the building they had nuked some roaches or something and maybe they were fleeing perhaps? Really, there’s nothing about our apartment that makes us expect roaches except for the fact that we live in New York. The building is well maintained and everything.
I was in the bedroom when I heard my girlfriend saying she had found a roach (she later told me that shortly after she saw it come out, it tipped over onto its back). Then we saw two more on our kitchen floor, also on their backs. Then one was on our kitchen curtain which I swatted and trashed. Another I got underneath a large paper bag we have for paper recycling and then another around our foot stool. When I went back to the bedroom, my girlfriend killed another. Good thing neither of us is squeamish otherwise it would’ve been a bad night. Since then we haven’t had anything at all. Very odd.
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