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We have bugs

Ya know...I love my son. Very, very much. But I draw the line at some of the guests he’s dragged home with him.

A couple of days ago, I noticed a couple of bugs crawling around the kitchen floor. I wasn’t exactly sure what they were, but they weren’t anything I’ve ever seen before. Yes, I’ve lived a sheltered life.

Turns out they were cockroaches. And I squashed them.

Yesterday, I found another one in the lad’s room, crawling up the curtain on one of his windows. I squashed that one, too.

Yesterday afternoon, I squashed two more trying to exit from his room and started to freak out.

“Did you happen to have a cockroach problem at school this year?” I asked him last night.

“Yeah, we did. We couldn’t get the RA to do anything about it either. They came from the utility room across the hall from us.”

“Well,” I said, “You appear to have brought them home with you. Why didn’t you mention it?”

It hadn’t occurred to him that the bugs might hitch a ride home.

We proceeded to drag every last item that he brought home with him out onto the deck. Piece by piece, everything will be shaken out, washed in HOT water, and fried in the dryer. I am not happy about that, either.

Nor am I particularly happy about the cockroach hotels that are now dispersed through his room, closet and the kitchen. I presume that his refrigerator and microwave and the big bag of clothes sitting by the basement door were infested. Along with the bags of belongings stuffed in his bedroom closet. I’m thinking that some of his cardboard CD cases in the rack under the window might also be a problem. Most of that stuff didn’t arrive here until this past weekend. His Dad had been storing them in his garage since the middle of May.

The lad called his dad to report the good news. Needless to say, that wasn’t the kind of phone call the Dad enjoyed receiving.

So. Now what? This isn’t something I’ve dealt with before. How effective are cockroach hotels? And will they, along with washing everything thoroughly and fumigating duffel bags and the like, do the trick?

I am toying with the idea of calling the college to do a little screaming, too. I mean, really. For the amount of dough these kids have to pay to go there, it seems to me a cockroach free environment should be a reasonable expectation. And I sure as heck don’t appreciate having them brought home. That’s just ridiculous.

Posted on 06/18/08 at 03:46 PM
 




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