No Eskie I do NOT and you may have been in the hospital when I found THREE flying roaches in rather quick succession and I told my husband that I was "no longer willing to live with this "censored" and I bought so much boric acid it was hard for me to lift it, and liberally sprayed both the inside and outside of the house, and so much so that despite "the listed precautions" I began to exhibit symptoms of boric acid poisoning like puking and twitching (perhaps I am part cockroach and always just one step away from the Metamorphosis happening IRL) and it was STILL worth it (wore a hazmat suit the next time) but STILL so worth it.
I also made the husband close up the house and he said he found a "pipe closure" issue which meant OH MY GOD they had been creeping in through the pipes and he fixed it.
For several days I thought about arson, but I was like, "That would seem suspicious, probably." But fortunately the boric acid was effective (plus, the pipe) because you can't LIVE like that at least I can't.
Floridians call stuff a lot of stuff. They have to. They call flying cockroaches "palmetto bugs" and they call dinosaurs "alligators and stuff." If *I* lived in Florida I'd call Hemlock "Sweet and tasty diet pepsi," but fortunately I do not live in Florida because I don't want to continuously yet politely suspend my disbelief about the human race being superior because we all know it ISN'T not really, nor do I want to drink Sweet Tea and do other non realistic things.
So yeah, that is what you've missed. Ever since I've taken bug control into my own domain of expertise, I have not been getting recluse bites either, LOL.
The first one was huge. I was home alone. I fly swatted it though I was like, "I cannot EXIST knowing that I was alone in the house, and it had to die, it was me or IT, and I did not have any "Sweet tea" in the house, god they're SPLATTY. Shudder.
Anna
