So if my last post was about how cool it is to live downtown, I can now share with you a downside that I really had never even contemplated. Cockroaches. Those little bastards procreate faster than you can blink. Either that or my vision is going.
Since I'm living in an old house (one of my friends calls it "The Museum"), there is always a possibility that these little creatures crawl up through the old cracked wood structures until they find interesting places to hang out. Apparently my apartment is a somewhat popular hangout spot. People have told me that if I were living on the third or fourth floor, that I probably wouldn't have this issue. I guess cockroaches get tired of climbing that far.
Now it's not that I have thousands of cockroaches crawling all over the walls or anything like that. But it is true that once in a while I find a damn cockroach walking around in the kitchen, or on the floor. Now it is just second nature to kill them on the spot. But the point is, just KNOWING that I have cockroaches makes me feel like I'm not keeping my house clean enough. And I tend to consider myself a relatively clean person.
So now it's war!
I have repackaged any opened foods that are in the kitchen cabinets. For example, I have stored rice, pasta, etc in perfectly sealed plastic containers. It gives a nice OCD look to the kitchen.
I have cleaned out the fridge, just in case there was some remnant of a smell that is attracting them.
And then...the best part. I sprayed the whole house and almost intoxicated myself in the meantime. Closed all windows, sprayed every little nook and cranny...and then got the hell outta my house. Two days later I came back to the house to find approximately 20 dead cockroaches. It was like the Indian Trail of Tears...you could tell that they were dying in the kitchen and trying to escape the poison by going to the livingroom. Little did they know that Sarita had sprayed there too! Muah ah ah ah ah!!!
Much to my dismay, after all of this effort, I still see a cockroach every once in a while. I would say I see (and kill of course) 1 to 2 cockroaches per day. It's driving me insane. I don't know where they are coming from...and I swear I'm a clean person. I don't want to have people over at my house and all of a sudden see a freaking cockroach walking around!
So as I'm now losing my mind about this whole thing, I decided yesterday to re-caulk the entire kitchen and bathroom. Just in case there were cracks there. I know, stupid. But when you are desperate, you are desperate. I have also asked a friend of mine to bring me bay leaves from her little pueblo, since I have read that they hate the smell. I'm going to have bay leave potpourri in every corner possible...until the little damn cucaracha no puede caminar!!!!
