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Gaaacckkk!!!
So, I was just sitting here peacefully at my desk after lunch, getting caught up on emails, when I heard a faint "tic" on the desk next to me. I turned my head to look, and there...sat...A ROACH.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I hate roaches. Absolutely HATE them. I can handle spiders and snakes and all sorts of creepy-crawlies, but NOT roaches. And there sat one on my desk. I suddenly had visions of gallons of roaches pouring out of the ceiling (note that the ceiling tile just to the west of my desk was kind of off-balance, allowing just enough room for said roach to crawl out and across the ceiling before landing so graciously next to me), to cover me in their crunchy bodies and wriggling legs. **UGH!**
I grabbed a discarded styrofoam cup from my trash basket and carefully covered the roach with it, and then ran to go get a guy to take care of it for me. He led me on a search for one of the admin assistants, who then sent an email to the people who are in charge of the building, so that they would know that the roaches are trying to Take Over The Building.
*shudders*
The roach is gone, and I have hosed down my entire desk with some sort of window cleaner that is green in color, that bills itself as a Special Industrial Formula, so I think I'm okay now. Oh, and the guy came and fixed the ceiling tiles, so hopefully the family members of the roach can't come seek their revenge on me very easily.
But I used to live in Florida, and I know how sneaky those roaches can be. Anyone who's ever lived there, will understand exactly what I mean.
Ick, ugh, ack. Blarghhhhhhhhhhhhh!
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I hate roaches. Absolutely HATE them. I can handle spiders and snakes and all sorts of creepy-crawlies, but NOT roaches. And there sat one on my desk. I suddenly had visions of gallons of roaches pouring out of the ceiling (note that the ceiling tile just to the west of my desk was kind of off-balance, allowing just enough room for said roach to crawl out and across the ceiling before landing so graciously next to me), to cover me in their crunchy bodies and wriggling legs. **UGH!**
I grabbed a discarded styrofoam cup from my trash basket and carefully covered the roach with it, and then ran to go get a guy to take care of it for me. He led me on a search for one of the admin assistants, who then sent an email to the people who are in charge of the building, so that they would know that the roaches are trying to Take Over The Building.
*shudders*
The roach is gone, and I have hosed down my entire desk with some sort of window cleaner that is green in color, that bills itself as a Special Industrial Formula, so I think I'm okay now. Oh, and the guy came and fixed the ceiling tiles, so hopefully the family members of the roach can't come seek their revenge on me very easily.
But I used to live in Florida, and I know how sneaky those roaches can be. Anyone who's ever lived there, will understand exactly what I mean.
Ick, ugh, ack. Blarghhhhhhhhhhhhh!