tfp: hopefully no attacks while Jac is away. I take it she has no cockroach phobia whatsoever?

Israd: Hmm.. I don’t think we have ‘Combat’ here. We do have all sorts of cockroach traps and poisons but I dunno how effective they are! It doesn’t get that cold here, if you compare our temperatures with, say Montreal’s winter temperatures. It doesn’t snow and the lowest it gets in the middle of winter is around 0 degrees. Just cold enough to keep the roaches at bay, I think.

Baubles is completely uninterested in cockroaches. No idea why. Other insects, like crickets, moths, she will chase and even try to eat, but give her a huge brown cockroach and she just looks at it with nary a flicker of interest.

Mooiness: The very idea of having any part of my body come into contact with one of these creatures, even to kill it, makes me feel ill. Even if I were wearing a rubber glove, with a leather glove over it, and a mitten, and an armour glove over my hand, I would still imagine I could feel the squirm of those legs…

M: You’re my brave knight in shining armour [violins].

Oh, and who is this Con of whom you speak? [hisses] It’s CW, CW, don’t break my cover!!!

Cherry: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GAWD that would be my worst nightmare - almost ingesting one!!!!!!!!!

As for Baubles, you might never have seen any evidence of strenuous physical activity in that cat, but this morning she was chasing a moth in the kitchen. Very kitten-like.

Israd: See above re gloves. *shudder*

Anna: TWO!! *faints*

I was lying down on the floor and stretching. My hand reached under the sofa. I grabbed what I thought was a piece of plastic candy wrap. I crumpled it up. Crumpled it up some more. Something felt amiss. I looked at what was in my hand.

You guess it.

Seriously, this is a true story.

When I was small I also ate roach pills which looked a lot like Vitamin C those days. Its a wonder I am still alive.

I have a roach story: when i was about 18, and a Jim Beam and Coke drinker, i once picked up a glass that had been on the floor beside me to take a sip. I was in a dimly lit room, but could just make out from the light projected by the television screen that there was something at the bottom of my glass. Need i continue? I retched, and had to hold back from regurgitating my Beam. Suffice to say, i don’t drink it anymore, but it’s no reflection on sour mash whisky.

b) We both dont go into squishing cause it’s just sooooooooo disgusting. I mean the crunching and the splatter. Never mind the touching. Eughhh.

c) On occasion when I’m feeling particularly malicious I scoop them into a bottle and deliver them over the fence into our neighbours yard! Muhahaha

d) did I ever tell the story where I came home from uni one day, pulled off my shoe and found a squished roach plastered to the bottom of my sock! (*goggle*).

e) Con exagerates about the other insects. I found out about her caterpiller phobia when her sister was here last. The both freaked out at all the hairy spitfires on our front lawn.

It’s a small thing that the roaches go into. The poison inside sticks to them and spread to their other roach friends. Very effective!

By the way, how cold does it get down there?

Send regards to Baubles. Maybe you could train Baubles to catch roaches?