I have just learned that there are at least twelve (12) different types of cockroaches that are considered household pests. A quick look at the Terminix pest library told me so. The type of cockroach I hate most is the flying kind, it makes my skin crawl when they do that. I remember when I was a little girl I used to scream when I saw one crawling on the floor or on the wall, and when one started flying around I would be distraught. I think Maia takes after me that way.
But motherhood does things even to one who used to be the giddiest girl. When one becomes a mother even the creepiest crawlies lose their scariness and become potential victims of the famed slipper-slap. Current location of the creepy crawlie doesn’t matter much to me, whether on the wall or on a chair leg or on a table top. I have honed my slipper slap to automatically adapt to the surface on which the cockroach is currently perched. The result is always perfect extermination, hardly any yucky juice (if any at all) to wipe away and spray disinfectant on.
I’ve gone to work on buses that had the smaller variety cockroaches, the light brown ones that like hiding behind the curtains or in the cracks where the glass windows are supposed to settle in when you open them, which is not too good for me because I like sitting by the window. I usually get to squish one or two at least once a week on the way to work. One thing I’ve observed is that I see them only in the morning, but never on my way home from work.
Today’s technology has allowed for non-stinky means of how to get rid of such pests. I can get insect spray that smells more like disinfectant and even almost like air freshener instead of kerosene. For the bedrooms I favor the mosquito pads that you stick into holders that plug into ordinary convenience outlets, over the old style mosquito coils.
These days there’s certainly more than one way to keep the bedbugs from biting.