*shivers

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and bugs think my room is cosier and cosier :(

As I write this blogpost, an irritating mosquitoe circles the room.

I have had to rid my room of an assortment of creepy crawlies on a daily basis now.
This mutant moth decided to flutter it's despicable dusty wings into my room today.
It took a bucket, newspaper, a can of Glade, and a tiny booklet to wipe the demon-spawn out.

Yesterday a cricket graced the room. It leaped across the conveniently cricket colored carpet, flashing in and out of sight. Until of course, Brian captured the beast in a fries container and proceeded to mercifully set the cricket free in the nearby bushes.

The worst was two days ago, when I opened the bathroom door to discover a baby cockroach scuttling across the bathroom floor, with it's slimy feelers poking into my poor bath rug. As soon as I was done screaming, my roommate and I got my flashlight to try to nudge the stupid cockroach out of the room. But the bumbling anthropod tried to settle behind our trash can. By the time I had chased the bug out of our door, I was worn out enough to waver my flashlight and the idiotic bug slipped beneath our neighbour's door and into their room! I never cared too much for my noisy neighbours anyway. . .

Having spotted the source of pest entry was little consolation however, since I noticed the door at the entrance to my residential building, had a good 1 centimeter gap between the chewed up bottom of the door and the floor. Since my room is the closest to the exit, that would explain my new visitors.

Oh but the story is far from over. Karma entered the picture sometime after the cricket but before the moth. I was about to go downstairs to collect my laundry when I was met with a eeriely familiar miniscule, black blob outside my door. But before I had finished screaming, some guy in the hall decided to use the aforementioned creature as a soccer ball. Revolting, but at least the cockroach was gone.

Or so I thought. At night, the blasted bug (most likely the same one, figures . . .) turned up once more at my doorstep, but Brian managed to scoop it up with a newspaper and dumped it outside.

And that is why I spray the bottom of my door with Raid at night.

Labels: pests