die bugs die
This is an odd claim to fame, but I apparently just impressed the exterminators with my knowledge of various professional-grade bug killing products I ordered over the internet and used to fill suspicious cracks and crevices.
They rooted out the corner of my kitchen cabinets that was home to some little cockroaches (complain as you will, New York cockroaches are all pretty small to Southerners) and sprayed the hell out of it, causing several cockroaches to evacuate. One, they pointed out, was a male. Another was a pregnant female. See that egg case? It holds 32 baby cockroaches, said the exterminator. The other exterminator said it was 30, and they had an argument over the matter.
They rooted out the corner of my kitchen cabinets that was home to some little cockroaches (complain as you will, New York cockroaches are all pretty small to Southerners) and sprayed the hell out of it, causing several cockroaches to evacuate. One, they pointed out, was a male. Another was a pregnant female. See that egg case? It holds 32 baby cockroaches, said the exterminator. The other exterminator said it was 30, and they had an argument over the matter.
posted by JenIsFamous at 7/07/2005 02:14:00 PM
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I had a dinner party last year which was mostly attended by people from VA.
When four two-inch roaches rose from the basement flying in formation, the southerners were the first ones to jump on chairs and scream.
As a good host, I knew the dinner party would be doomed if I did not act quickly. I dispatched three of them rapidly, while simultaneously ridiculing all those who were standing on chairs -- "Why are you on your chair? These things can FLY."
You are lucky in having little ones. My roaches are large enough to develop poetry.
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