Me about 11:50pm this evening: Lalala, I'm just going to go take the sheets out of the dryer and dry the next load.
*Open dryer. See cockroach inside.*
Ahhhh!
Being nearly midnight at the time, my "Ahhhh!" was whispered. I ran back to my room to regroup, leaving the dryer open and only briefly considering how much worse it would be if the cockroach relocated.
Several minutes later I put on some shoes, regrouped, and went back to face my foe. The nasty creature was still in the same place. I won't go into details, but I was victorious. It helped rather significantly that the cockroach was already dead. Dry roasted, as it were. Perhaps a delicacy to some. *Heebie jeebies.*
Is tilting at cockroaches character building? I think it might be. Though, I wouldn't be sad if I had a husband around who wouldn't be mad that I woke him up at midnight to vanquish a bug. Do men like that exist?
I'm kidding.
Mostly.
Prior to this incident, I was feeling pretty good about the ongoing saga of me vs. the insect world today too. You see, I recently learned that heat denatures the protein in mosquito venom that causes the itchiness. Seemed plausible, but how could I possibly be 32, a constant victim of mosquito bites, and not know such a simple remedy? I mean mosquitoes and I are sworn enemies. And by that I mean they love me and I hate them. I don't even have to go outside to get bitten. If one of those pests sneaks indoors, they seek me out & wreak their itchy, puffy, swollen, welty havoc.
As it turns out it totally works! What I had originally read was to take a hot bath, which I haven't done but I did run very hot water over one mosquito bite for as long as I could stand it and on another I held a hot rice bag on the bite until the itchiness & swelling were gone. I'm pleased to report that the rice bag method was more effective, and obviously easier than a bath or running the bite under hot water. I can't even explain how excited I am, but you can ask my sister and my friends to whom I showed my non-itchy, non-puffy, non-swollen, non-welty arm. :)
Now I'm off to finish the laundry. Wish me luck.
*Open dryer. See cockroach inside.*
Ahhhh!
Being nearly midnight at the time, my "Ahhhh!" was whispered. I ran back to my room to regroup, leaving the dryer open and only briefly considering how much worse it would be if the cockroach relocated.
Several minutes later I put on some shoes, regrouped, and went back to face my foe. The nasty creature was still in the same place. I won't go into details, but I was victorious. It helped rather significantly that the cockroach was already dead. Dry roasted, as it were. Perhaps a delicacy to some. *Heebie jeebies.*
Is tilting at cockroaches character building? I think it might be. Though, I wouldn't be sad if I had a husband around who wouldn't be mad that I woke him up at midnight to vanquish a bug. Do men like that exist?
I'm kidding.
Mostly.
Prior to this incident, I was feeling pretty good about the ongoing saga of me vs. the insect world today too. You see, I recently learned that heat denatures the protein in mosquito venom that causes the itchiness. Seemed plausible, but how could I possibly be 32, a constant victim of mosquito bites, and not know such a simple remedy? I mean mosquitoes and I are sworn enemies. And by that I mean they love me and I hate them. I don't even have to go outside to get bitten. If one of those pests sneaks indoors, they seek me out & wreak their itchy, puffy, swollen, welty havoc.
As it turns out it totally works! What I had originally read was to take a hot bath, which I haven't done but I did run very hot water over one mosquito bite for as long as I could stand it and on another I held a hot rice bag on the bite until the itchiness & swelling were gone. I'm pleased to report that the rice bag method was more effective, and obviously easier than a bath or running the bite under hot water. I can't even explain how excited I am, but you can ask my sister and my friends to whom I showed my non-itchy, non-puffy, non-swollen, non-welty arm. :)
Now I'm off to finish the laundry. Wish me luck.
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