One of my friends told me about roaches at her job and I posted this:
I've picked up two venomous snakes with my bare hands and I am terrified of roaches.
I had it written into the lease at my last apartment before I got my house that if I see a roach I could break my lease without penalty.
I would file a PTSD claim and be collecting disability working there. I couldn't do it.
I saw a roach in my house once in 2013. I FREAKED!
I screamed like a girl, and killed it. Immediately went to the store and purchased $60 worth of bug bombs. I was gonna bomb my house to the Stone Age. Before I did I called a friend asking if I could spend the night and had the wildest convo:
Me: I just saw a roach in my house and am about to bomb. Can I spend the night?
Friend: At YOUR house?
K: Yeah. I got $60 in bombs just now and I'm going to explode my house
F: Before you do all that, where'd you see the roach?
K: On the counter
F: What was the roach doing
K: Da Fuq?
F: Was it walking around like you were living in HIS spot or was it looking lost. Think back
K: GTFOH
F: No for real. What was it doing
(I thought back and it was as he said)
F: Did you go to the store or something?
(Silence)
F: You did, didn't you? Where? Giant Eagle? Walmart?
K: Giant Eagle. I had the bags on the counter putting the food up when I saw the roach
F: That's it. You don't have roaches. You brought one back from the store. Did you put up the rest of the food?
K: Yes
F: I'll bet you $1 (friends know my max bet is $1) that you never see another roach. Just chill tonight, come over, you can sleep on the couch. Tomorrow you won't see another roach.
He was right. A grown ass Black man scared of roaches, but I am.
I would be too scared to work. Sorry for so long a story. Hope something changes for the better. The $60 of bombs are under my sink right now just in case a roach wanna be starting something. I'm gonna MAMA SAY MAMA SA MAMAKUSA his butt DEAD...and his whole crew. Think I'm playing
@ whyte people
