The Grand Migration

[lea_hazel]

So the building committee called in exterminators to spray for roaches in the sewer pits. They came in on Friday while I was out at Pilates. I came back home and it was an hour before I noticed something was wrong. An entire platoon of dying roaches fled the exterminator to find a final resting place in my apartment. I haven't screamed that hard in years.

If it was one or two and they were dead I might have been able to handle it, but they were getting ready to open a minyan there and so I somehow managed to phone my brother through the massive panic attack I was having. I felt like a crybaby calling my older brother and begging him to come over and stomp on bugs for me, but I was freaking out and my adrenaline was going bananas and IDK, I flipped my shit or something. Luckily the stores hadn't closed yet and he was able to buy some roach spray.

I aired it out a lot, but I have a weird suspicion that the whole place still smells like poison and that I'll wake up ill tomorrow because of it.


I can hardly remember the last time I panicked like that.