Under Siege

Last night marked one of the most hair-raising experiences of my life. I was woken up at 2 in the morning by a light movement across my arm. I knew before I opened my eyes, that it has to be a cockroach, a species that I have been co-existing with for some time now. I flung my arm hard to shake it off, thinking I could go back to dreamland, as it was "one of those moments", obviously not experienced for the first time. Little did I know, dreamland was the last place I would be going for the next 2 hours or so. Crawling sounds on plastic bags, as well as flying movements were heard. I turned on my lights, and was greeted with more than 10 roaches crawling around the room in different locations. Some flew, some scurried across the floor, some crawled onto my bed. I stood in the middle of my bed, fending and flinging those that crawled too near me with one of my pillows. My palms were sweating, and I felt totally trapped. I was afraid to get out of the room for fear of more outside, moreover, some were hovering above the door. I was under siege!

Feeling desperate, I had no choice but to call my dad on his phone to come and have a look, and escort me to sleep in my brother's room. I will be sleeping in his room till we get an exterminator in.

Right now, I just feel so upset. I have been living with this roach problem for the longest time ever. Pete has collected many dead bodies for me when he comes over during the weekends. This infestation has existed way before Pete and I even knew each other. I highly suspect it is over-populated in the roof of the house, as they can be heard crawling and scurrying around from my room, and I'm not exaggerating about that. Any normal human being would have gone berserk by now, but my dad seems to think I'm just being a whiny girl. He got impatient and brushed it off as a small matter, and blamed last night's incident on the weather! My mum actually told me they will not bite, and told me to walk a little louder to scare them away. I was tempted to take Cindy's suggestion of sprinkling some food leading to their bedroom.

Last night was a rather traumatising experience for me. My hair still stands when I re-collect the incident. I get chills when I step into my bedroom now. I hope to get the exterminator in soon. Joycelyn, if you are reading this, I saw one crawling onto your pillow too.