re: Give me your worst roach horror story

I know someone who had a few roaches constantly crawling by his Xbox. The Xbox stopped working so he opened it up to find 100 roaches spilling out.

I keep those roach motels through the house and replace them every several months so other than seeing one and then killing it from time to time I can't remember any horror story involving them..

Well, one morning I woke up turned around and saw something on the sheet and when I went to see what it was it ran across the bed and that kind of freaked me the frick out. I kept asking myself "how long has it been in the bed"?

Needless to say, the sheets went into the washer, I replaced the roach motel and went through the room to see if there were anymore.

One thing I dont miss at all about louisiana. fricking hate those things so much.

We lived across from a sugar cane field in Patterson and when theyd come cut it you could watch those fricks and mice run/fly out to the homes. It was awful. Woke up to one flying on me one night. I woke up the whole house from screaming like a bitch. frick those things.

I hate roaches with the fury of a thousand suns. But they love me. For some reason whenever I see one, the damn things chase me and I scream like a girl. But one recent incident was the worst.

A couple of months ago, my broken foot was healed after months of wearing a walking cast. I'd stuck to wearing the left shoe of my favorite pair of clogs while I was in the walking cast because they were my only shoes with a sole thick enough to kinda match the walking cast. I kept both of the shoes of the pair by my bedside even though I was only wearing the left one.

So, on the day I decided to wear both of the shoes again, I took a nice leisurely shower to celebrate. I picked up the right clog to put it on, and a 2" muthafuggin' roach ran across my hand and down my arm. I screamed like the devil himself was after me. My husband rushed into the room to see what was trying to kill me, and arrived in time to do his manly duty and end its existence. I had to get back in the shower to sterilize my arm. Now I check my shoes every day before I put them on, especially the ones in the back of my closet I haven't worn in a while.

I can't imagine walking into a room of them or having one crawl down my neck. I would probably die on the spot.

Our townhouse in the French Quarter had a single downspout draining water off the roof (and keeping the body of the front of the building dry. It went into a hold in the sidewalk next to the house and from there to where ever.

Every Mardi Gras, people would decide to stuff their go cubs into that hole. So we'd have to clean it out.
We'd remove the manhole cover for access to the deeper cups.

Ash Wednesday, after work we did. Still had tourists who gathered around to watch the local color. The roaches poured out of the hole going down to the sewer. Two different species of roaches, both large, neither Palmettos. Not tens of roaches, several hundred of each. So we started stomping them and invited the tourists to join us. Some did. Then we hosed off the sidewalk, and cleaned the system.

Later that year we told an electrician and he laughed at us. And he said "roaches are good." If there are roaches, you know the air is good and you can breathe. If there are no roaches, you don't go down there because the air is probably toxic."

O-T Poor here. I grew up in a handful of dumpy rent houses in the 70s and 80s. There was one trailer in particular that was absolutely overrun by the small striped ones. If you went into the kitchen after sunset and flipped on the light, hundreds of them would scatter down the drain, into electrical outlets, up the walls behind the cabinets, and anywhere else where they could get back into the shadows. You had to be very careful when you made a sandwich or else you'd turn your back to reach into the fridge for the jelly, then turn back around and see a roach crawling across the bread or stuck in the peanut butter. I'm having a PTSD episode from typing this shite.

Woke up to one crawling up my arm one night my freshman year at the Citadel. The next night we had leave and I walked to the closest drug store and bought a bug bomb. It was supposed to treat a 1500 sq ft area. We set two of them off in our room the next day and left. Dead and dying roaches kept appearing on the galleries for weeks.

Obviously we have them here down South, but do the Northern/Western states have them also?

Asleep in college. No shirt on. Wake up with big roach on my chest, fling it off onto the wall, Happy Gilmore’d that fricker into the afterlife with a shoe.