Seriously, the only thing that gives me the heebie jeebies is cockroaches.
It was definitely a TRAUMA.:laughing:And I know you guys will laugh!
So me and the first ex had to move to another place in Cali, but there was a 6 week gap. We ended up staying with his Aunt who lived in the "Barrio" in downtown San Jose. It was a 2 bedroom place, with a dorm equipped type bathroom, multiple toilets, showers and a tub right there in the her apartment. This place was shared by a cousin and her 2 kids who had bedroom #1 and his Aunt who had 5 kids at the time. She moved out of the bedroom for the ex and I.
This place had to be one of maybe 12 units, 6 on the bottom floor and 6 on the top, with a laundry room on each level.
The pace was constantly infested with cockroaches (they came from the city sewer system). The city would come and fumigate every 6 weeks, and the cockroaches that got caught in the fumes would crawl up the interior walls, hold on for dear life, and drop to the floor when they finally succumbed from the death gases. Many of the cockroaches just went on to the next grid until they were chased out by the exterminators when they fumigated it, and so on and so on.
So I was about 7 months pregnant, and it was about 2 weeks before the exterminators were due. I went into the bathroom around 1 am, the old pregnant, got to pee all the time deal was starting to kick in. I plant myself on one of the toilets and was just kind of zoning and I feel a tickle on my butt from underneath the seat, and then another tickle on the other half of my butt.
Needless to say, a small group of VERY large cockroaches were studying the underside of the toilet seat. I was NOT amused.
And that is one of a very small handful of situations in my life that scared the bejesus out of me.
I do NOT do cockroaches.
