This morning, at about 4:30am, I was woken up by a sharp pain near my left shoulder blade. I jerk awake immediately and I’m pretty sure something just bit me. I can barely see anything, but I’m keeping my eyes open for whatever might have bitten me while I feel my back for welts, bumps, etc.
That’s when I see it. It’s a cock-a-roach!
It runs from under the sheet to the pillow next to mine. It’s a fairly big one - an inch and a half long or so. I let out an loud “UUUUUHHHH!!!” followed quickly by “FUCK MEEEE!!” Heh… In my defense, I’m not usually quite so dramatic when it comes to creepy-crawlies, but it’s 4:30am, I’m barely awake, and a cock-a-roach - which quite possiblty just bit me - is inches from my face.
After the initial shock my brain kicks in and I quickly devise a plan:
- Turn on the light. I need to be able to see my enemy.
- Get the cock-a-roach out of my bed so I can…
- Spray it with roach killin’ stuff.
I get the light turned on and the little bastard just sits there on the pillow like he owns it or something. I try to brush him off the bed - he’s quick, but I eventually knock him onto the floor. I run out of the room (did I mention that I’m naked at this point? Yeah, I’m bare-ass naked), grab the bug spray, and return to find him right in the middle of the floor where I left him. I’m a little surprised, but I waste no time - I give him a shot of Roach Death in a Can. Of course, he immediately starts haulin’ roach ass across the floor, under the bed, out the other side and heads for the door. It’s like he thinks he can outrun the Grim Reaper or something, but oh, no! He’s goin’ down! It’s just a matter of time now. I decide I can’t even live with his corpse on the floor until morning, so I go out to the garage (still naked - good thing I live alone, eh?) to get the hose for the central vac. I return to the bedroom but the roach is nowhere to be found! After a brief search, his twitching body is located next to one of the dressers. I vacuum him up and he’s gone.
So now I’m standing naked in my bedroom with a vacuum hose in my hand. I’m really glad I habitually keep the blinds closed. I put the hose back in the garage, check the sheet and comforter for any more roaches (there weren’t any, thankfully), get back into bed and try to convince myself that it’s OK to go to sleep again. My nerves are just a bit frazzled by this point and despite the logical part of my brain thinking, “OK, roach is gone, you can go to sleep again,” the not-so-logical part is screaming, “NO!!!” So I read for a bit until I can’t keep my eyes open and finally fall back to sleep around 6:00am. The next thing I know, it’s time to get up for work.
So that’s my cock-a-roach story. Laugh if you like, but be glad it wasn’t you.
Incidentally, I live in Florida, where cock-a-roaches abound. They’re not the nasty, dirty German cockroaches that breed like crazy and are impossible to get rid of. This was most likely an American cockroach, sometimes known to locals as a “palmetto bug,” basically a big cockroach that can fly. They’re everywhere in Florida and impossible to keep out of the house. I usually find 1 or 2 a month, usually dead.
And if you’re wondering why I keep typing “cock-a-roach,” it’s because, for reasons I can’t even begin to explain, it amuses me to no end. For proper effect, though, it should be said with a Bronx accent.