







This last week I have been battling a cockroach me and Brooke dubbed "Cocky". For those of you not familiar to cockroaches you need to know that they are the grossest bug imaginable and virtually indestruable. Cocky has moved into my bedroom this last week. Cocky is huge and thinks he is the best thing to happen to New York City.
This is Cocky - the yellow things are his very sharp teeth

He found his way through our door that we keep open at night. After the first sighting I felt bad for the guy. I really did. I thought "oh perhaps he wants to go back outside but cannot find his way." This was a false assumption. He loves spending his time terrifying me. He will never move out of our room alive. Every Night right as I am crossing from my bathroom to my bed he scurries out and viciously tries to eat my legs or so I imagine that is what he would do if he got the chance. Everynight for the past week he has been scurrying around making it impossible for me to go to sleep until the middle of the night. I know that he is just waiting for the moment when I go to sleep so he can crawl into my bed and eat me. So I did a little research about roaches so I could get to know the enemy a little better. Cockroaches can live 2 months without food and one without water... (Not a good sign I was hoping for a starvation death). They have immunities to most pesticides, they can live without their head, and they can bite causing gross infections! SOO with that in mind I now sleep with a bottle of chlorox and hairspray next to my bed. It doesn't kill him but it irritates him enough so that he goes back into hiding for a couple hours. Long term I'm thinking I need to set a trap but it can't just be an ordinary trap because this is no ordinary cockroach. So I am planning and plotting and plotting and planning for the day of my revenge.
This is the size of Cocky. He is Huge!
