Even the title is enough to gross you out I'm sure! Well, let me take you back to my past 2 nights. So I was sitting in my living room around midnight two nights ago...I was sitting there studying and watching 27 Dresses. When all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a ridiculously HUGE Cockroach flew onto my wall. And let me tell you, this was not your average cockroach (as if any cockroach can be considered average?). This thing was MASSIVE. I'm talking the type of thing found in Will Smith's dreams, the perfect start to the next Men in Black movie! After my initial freak out at my disgusting new roommate, I made sure to take a picture for your viewing pleasure. It was literally more than 2 inches long, and had little antenna things that were probably 1.5inches longer, and its wings kept moving back and forth. The picture doesn't fully capture it in its full glory, but here ya go!

Don't be impressed with my bravery...I zoomed in. You think I would really get this close? Well, actually, I did. I had to! I couldn't let this thing just stay in my apartment right?!?! So my first plan of action, text message people for moral support. Okay, I'm ridiculously grossed out by 2 things...Rats and Roaches. I've had one rat experience in Galveston already, which I'll talk about later, and now this is a roach situation I was not prepared to handle. Dramatic? Yes. But that's me, and I needed people to know, so I texted, in the middle of the night, with picture attached. Nobody seemed overly panicked, so I was on my own. This is where the ridiculousness comes in. By this point, Baylie had noticed this new little friend on the wall, and had parked herself on the floor right in front of it, never taking her eyes off of it. So it was okay for me to go prepare for the roach removal, because if that roach made any sudden movements, I'm sure Baylie would have jumped up that wall so fast and goodbye Cockroach! (Baylie does NOT need a cockroach snack, she's getting fat as it is, and she's too cute to have cockroach breath.) So I got a plastic sack and put it inside out on my arm, got 3 paper towels to grab him with (the thicker the better, you dont' want to feel the CRUNCH! haha), and set off to get him! (I put socks on too, cuz if it got away from me, I did NOT want it running across my bare feet!) I snuck up, took a deep breath, and BAM! Went in for the kill! It got away!!!! It flew off the wall (towards me!) and went behind the tv...I'm literally screaming and dancing around like a pansy at this point (I'm sure the neighbors love me). I moved everything out, and walked around the living room, on the furniture, with cool socks on, with my arm covered in a paper sack, trying to catch the dang bug. How cool am I? I was NOT happy! To make it better, while I'm doing this, I see a baby roach by my front door! What the heck?!?! (I live less than a block from the ocean, and the bay is right behind my apartment...they come up from the water. My friend Laura lives in the same complex and her and her husband have seen them also, so don't think my apt is disgusting!)
I got the baby, but not the gigantic one. I went to sleep that night with cotton rounds rolled up in my ears (I would have used cotton balls, but I was out, so I improvised.). Why would I have cotton in my ears? All I could think about was the roach crawling into my ears while I was sleeping, and having roach babies in my head! So cotton it was. Sticking out of my head. Picture Shrek, minus the green. I woke up the next morning to Baylie pulling them out of my ears haha.
But last night, I got payback. The same exact time, in a different room, I was studying again. (Notice a theme? Studying in the middle of Friday and Saturday nights? So cool, I know). The thing made its grand entrance once again! This time I was ready. Same routine, same ridiculous looking Jessica, but this time, SUCCESS! After a 10 minute chase around the room, and several minor crisis diverted, my new roommate was dead. Crushed and suffocated and triple bagged in the trash (not taking any chances that he could get out!). Wow, I'm an exterminator now. Who could have guessed it? So after this entirely way too long story about a disgusting little creature, this post is over. Just wanted to get sympathy where I can. I'm sure most of you fellow roach-haters can understand. This was no normal situation. But I survived, with a little over-dramaticness on the side.