A visitor!!

I just have to share this experience with everyone. It's my macabre side. For those of you with small children in the room, you may want to send them away for a few minutes as the following images contain graphic photos of the disgusting.

We've hinted at our feared cockroach problem. Well, it hasn't really materialized too much, thank goodness. The dozen-or-so dead ones we saw before we moved in seemed to be just that, dead. We had one live one in a windowsill, too close for comfort for many, but not Don and his trusty 6-foot shovel. Thank goodness for the close-by sewer drain, for he wouldn't kill the damn thing. Subsequently we learned a lot about cockroaches on the internet; for one thing, apparently they can live for 45 minutes after their heads are cut off. Killing these bastards was going to take a lot.

This is our bathroom. The tub does double-duty as the laundry room too :) Some of that laundry is on the floor, so what. I'm a slob, I admit it. It's on it's way to the washing machine, chill out! You sound like Don. :)






A closer view of the interior of the shower (see the cleanser stuff there, I do clean sometimes) and you can see we have that fake glass/plasticy stuff for the door, but this panel here was the doorway for a cockroach the other night to inhabit OUR HOUSE!! Luckily we saw him only at night, not during a shower. But he wasn't a dumb roach, he found his way out eventually, only to find Don's evil prison of a glass jar and a spray bottle of environmentally friendly cockroach killer.

This is what our visitor looked like. He (we are hopeful it was a he) is a Gisborne Cockroach, common in the North Island and Nelson. Harmless when it comes to food and infestations, they don't really even like the indoors. They just get lost sometimes from their natural habitat, the bark chips and garden decor that surrounds our house in a 10-foot-wide perimeter. GREAT!

So it seems we will have to deal with these intruders every now and then, but luckily they are harmless and we can feel free to eat our food without much concern. Until the mozzies arrive. The worst part is waiting for the damn things to die, it's really horrific, I cannot look at the thing wriggling quickly and then slowly for what seriously was about 45 minutes! Even if it is an evil cockroach. I should call my step-father Richard who would show absolutely no mercy.