I made myself feel better this weekend by lugging around big 40-pound bags of mulch in the yard, and I bought one of those rubber-grip jar openers.
I don’t even hate or fear normal roaches. It was the surprise of the giant size of this particular one that freaked me out. We haven’t seen him again – I suspect the combination of my screaming and my husband swatting at him made him decide to seek alternate lodging.
I grew up in Florida - roaches the size of Lincoln Continentals don’t bother me in the least. However, the first time I ever saw a mouse in my basement when I moved to NJ, I jumped on a chair like that maid in that Tom & Jerry cartoon. :eek:
This thread is reminding me of happy times of my dorm room at my first university (in HI,) where the staff kept cans of roach spray in the maintence closets for the residents to use. The roaches were never big, but there were a lot of them and we would trade stories and tips about favorite hiding spots for the little buggers. It kind of skeeved me out the day I learned they liked to hide in the itty bitty gap between the wall and the drawer of my desk. I will refrain from telling how I learned this.
Mere trifles. For your consideration: Lethocerus americanus, also known variously as “the Giant Water Bug,” “the Giant Toe-Biter,” “the Electric Light Bug,” and “AAAAUUGGHHHH!!!”
They are called “the Giant Water Bug” because they get up to 3 inches long and live in and around water, since they are big enough to eat fish.
They are called “the Toe-Biter” because if you step on one, they will latch on with their giant hooked claws and bite savagely with their venomous proboscis.
They are called “the Electric Light Bug” because, unlike cockroaches, they are *attracted * to bright lights.
Note also that, unlike both the Madagascan and Giant Cockroach, Lethocerus has wings. So when you step out on the porch at night and turn on the light, their attraction to bright lights brings them swooping out of the darkness straight at you. This is where the “AAAAUUGGHHHH!!!” part comes in.
Ugh, Terrifel, I am not a squeamish type of girl but halfway through that page of Giant Water Bugs and Toe Biters and Water Scorpions (!) I started feeling creepy crawly and had to shut it down.
I thought it was funny that I hadn’t seen a roach yet this year.
Then the night before last, I hear that awful sound - somewhere there is a cat about to throw up. I hunted around and found Dewey crouched next to a little pile of the component parts of a huge flying cockroach.