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True ROACH story.
Last night my wife woke me up to tell me "There's a roach in the kitchen"
I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, but it became CLEAR that it was an EMERGENCY!
I walked into the kitchen and saw him. A big sucker, crawling across the wall towards the refrigerator.
I sprayed him with some Raid and he did a 180 and scurried back towards the oven. I lunged at him with a paper towel...Wife screaming. Dog barking...And he fell behind the oven.
I was pretty sure I got him with the spray. So I told me wife he's as good as dead. "Let's go back to bed".
But NO
She demanded proof.
So I waited. Spray can in hand....And waited.
Nothing!
She demanded I drag out the oven. Not just to find him but also to try to see if there's a hole where he could've gone....or have come from.
The stove has only been moved once and that's when I put in our flooring a few years ago. It's heavy and we have a small kitchen.
I tugged and wiggled it out, sweating and cursing the whole time.
Finally it was pulled out enough that I could get behind it. Sure enough there was a dead roach. 3 of them actually. One still slowly twitching.
AND that's when things got GOOD. I noticed that there was NOW a leak in the natural gas line going to the stove from my pulling the stove out. It was a rigid copper line that got pinched and cracked.
I had to turn off the main valve outside.
She went back to sleep.
I took a cold shower (No gas for the water heater) and stayed up until 7:30 when the hardware store opened up.
I got a new flexible gas line, expanding foam and cement to patch up any gaps in and around the area. (Weather any bugs come through I have no idea)
Then I was able to replace the stove and clean up the mess that was created.
My already bad back is absolutely killing me. But I have another half dozen relatively important chores to do still.
All for a cockroach.
And a wife that freaks out about them.
Last night my wife woke me up to tell me "There's a roach in the kitchen"
I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, but it became CLEAR that it was an EMERGENCY!
I walked into the kitchen and saw him. A big sucker, crawling across the wall towards the refrigerator.
I sprayed him with some Raid and he did a 180 and scurried back towards the oven. I lunged at him with a paper towel...Wife screaming. Dog barking...And he fell behind the oven.
I was pretty sure I got him with the spray. So I told me wife he's as good as dead. "Let's go back to bed".
But NO
She demanded proof.
So I waited. Spray can in hand....And waited.
Nothing!
She demanded I drag out the oven. Not just to find him but also to try to see if there's a hole where he could've gone....or have come from.
The stove has only been moved once and that's when I put in our flooring a few years ago. It's heavy and we have a small kitchen.
I tugged and wiggled it out, sweating and cursing the whole time.
Finally it was pulled out enough that I could get behind it. Sure enough there was a dead roach. 3 of them actually. One still slowly twitching.
AND that's when things got GOOD. I noticed that there was NOW a leak in the natural gas line going to the stove from my pulling the stove out. It was a rigid copper line that got pinched and cracked.
I had to turn off the main valve outside.
She went back to sleep.
I took a cold shower (No gas for the water heater) and stayed up until 7:30 when the hardware store opened up.
I got a new flexible gas line, expanding foam and cement to patch up any gaps in and around the area. (Weather any bugs come through I have no idea)
Then I was able to replace the stove and clean up the mess that was created.
My already bad back is absolutely killing me. But I have another half dozen relatively important chores to do still.
All for a cockroach.
And a wife that freaks out about them.