Remember the gross roach situation? I figured I needed to take the situation into my own hands and buy some roach traps since I can’t go spraying Raid around the house. (If you recall, since I adopted her, Ella has set herself on fire, eaten silica packaging and lapped up Drano. Which I realize makes me look like a bad pet owner, but I’m telling you, she gets into EVERYTHING.)
So I took an excursion to Target this morning in search of such traps. I was so grossed out by them that I lost my inner monologue and said, “Oh, God,” aloud as I dropped them into my cart, catching the attention of a mother and her toddler.
Sure I’m grossed out that I even have to buy them, but it’s the way in which they work that sent me over the edge. From the box:
1. Roaches enter bait station and eat the bait.
2. Roaches take the bait back to the nest.
3. Roaches share the bait, killing others and destroying the nest.
UM, are you telling me I have to invite roaches in to my apartment to get rid of them?
That is messed up. Do you know how dirty and diseased those things are? But alas, I had to buy the stupid things because that’s all there was aside from the fogs and sprays. I told myself I’d put them where I couldn’t see ’em and just fugget about it.
So, I came home with my disgusting roach traps cabanas and opened the box to spread them around my apartment. And. They. Smell. Like sweetly rotting food. And hordes of them are going to come from their vile nest to feast in my apartment.
Man up, Megan. Do it and you’ll never see one again. You could single-handedly save the building from cockroach infestation.
So I put them around. A handful in behind and above the fridge, in cupboards, under the TV, behind my bathroom door…
Within minutes Ella had successfully retrieved two of them from the kitchen and was pawing furiously at them. I yelled, sprayed her with water, distracted her with treats and toys…but she wants to eat the poison.
I threw away about half of the traps I originally put out. Either the roaches go or Ella does; I guess she wins. But who are we kidding. It’s going to be me that tears out my eyeballs if the bug situation doesn’t cease to exist.