Roach adventure

Remember that "It's raining, it's pouring post"? Yeah...not my best work. Just had a chance to read it in google reader (side note - I have 1,000 unread posts in Google Reader! That's rediculous people. Stop posting 'til I get caught up. I managed 200 today) and it was pretty awful. . That's the problem with the lack of sunshine and this whole SAD thing - I feel as if I OUGHT to post once in a while, even when the sun is yet a dim memory, but am seemingly incapable of doing ANYTHING. Even sleeping in - the sun is UP at 5am in the morning -just long enough to wake me up. And then it goes away while laughing its silly little, sunny head off. Even in the vitamin D and B in a bottle isn't enough to trick my body. It KNOWS it's summer and will be satisfied with nothing less than REAL sunshine.

So I am making yet another attempt to post. Remember that this is a supreme effort of a sunshine deficient, washed up 100 mile endurance rider who is currently unemployed and you expectations will probably be set low enough that this post will become readable.

OK. First off I need to make this horse-related.

You know how I can ride horses in the dark, along drop offs, gallop bareback in a halter, and think chuck wagon racing sounds like the COOLEST THING EVER?

So I do have a couple of fears that can only be described as phobias.

Such as jumping off an airplane to do something silly like skydive (which I recently got invited to do, and OBVIOUSLY turned the "opportunity" down).

And buzzing flying insects with stingers.

And insects that go "crunch" under foot.

Like roaches.

Though in my defense I was barefoot and still in my bathrobe at 5 am.

So when I saw the ugly outdoor roach INSIDE darting across the dining room (carpeted) floor, can you blame me when I went eek and used the only weapon I had available to me at the time? A porcelen coffee cup.

I turned the coffee cup over the top of the roach in the middle of the dining room floor.

Any pretense that I would have been able to step or otherwise smash the roach in the heat of the moment was gone as I contemplated the crunchy insect under the cup.

I did the only sensible thing.

I texted Matt, who was on his way to work.

"EEEKKKK!!!!! A roach in the dining room!"

"did you smash it"

"I put a coffee cup over the top of it"

"You have GOT to be kidding".

So, I did the next sensible thing. I put on real clothes. I had myself a cup of coffee (in a different cup). I put the dogs in their kennels because they kept barking at the cup.

I started spraying random chemicals under the cup.

Nope still alive.

I finally settled on the "kill on contact" wasp spray.

Nope.

I decided to clean the kitchen.

Apparently 15-20 minutes in a noxious atmosphere was what was needed and the dead (I think?) roach was tossed outside on the lawn by virtue of a coffee filter.

When Matt came home he said he was suprised that little overturned coffee cups weren't all over the floor.

He stepped on a (different) cockroach in the drive way. The icky, crunchy body is still there even after a week of rain.

Gross.

Cockroaches aren't animals and I don't have to like them as a vet right?