**Warning, this post might disturb or make some people squeamish, especially if you have a thing about bugs**
I came home tonight with the idea of doing a bit of house cleaning, tidying up and reading a book. Within 5 minutes of being home my whole evening changed. I picked up a shoe to put it away and found a “cockroach” ahhhhh.
First things first, I killed it. Then I scraped it into garbage and called Chris to freak out. I wish you could see my face as I type, even 2.5 hours later I’m seriously grossed out. I hate bugs! And in our apartment – Ahhhh! This was the biggest bug I’ve ever come into contact with and all I can see is EEEEEEEEEEK!
We have lived in this apartment for 2 years and for some reason the past 6 weeks have been hell! Maybe this is the universe telling me to get the fuck out of this apartment. Between renovation crap, landlord drama, the fence incident and now this. Seriously, I don’t think I can take anymore. Oh and did I mention that we came back from New York to find that the kitchen sink is only giving off a trickle of water. It now takes close to 45 minutes to fill the sink to a usable level.
For the past 2.5 hours I have been on my hands and knees scrubbing the house from floor to ceiling and I’m still not done. I plan to seal off all of the vents and clean every nook and cranny before bed.
p.s. energy saving be damned, lights are my new best friend.
What do you think? Move or stick it out?