what lies beneath – part two.

Before I finish this horror story, I should probably give you a quick run update. I’m starting to feel like those of you that are reading along for the running portion of my blog might be starting to think I’m full of hot air.

Actually, I can’t confirm or deny that last part, but I did run 10 miles this weekend. In a row. You know, no big deal.*

*Disclaimer: that was sarcasm. It was a big deal, to me.

I averaged a 12-minute mile, which isn’t quite fast enough to be Katie’s running partner any time soon, but it was plenty fast for me, given how hot and muggy it was.

I did an out-and-back course. Out-and-backs are my favorite because, unless you’re a fan of hitchhiking (which I’m not, though we all know I have the thumbs for it), once you get OUT you have to get BACK. It’s one of the many psychological games I play with myself to get through my runs.

Alright, now where was I on this story? Oh, right. This was happening:Β 

After that crunchy little bugger had darted back down behind the bed for the second and pray-to-God the last time, I was a complete wreck. John tried to reassure me that these things happen, we were in the tropics after all, but that did nothing to calm my nerves.

I left the light on and laid down in bed, but there was no freaking way I was going to sleep that night.

It was about 11pm and I laid there. Eyes. Wide. Open. Until 6am.

And then I got up and did what any reasonable person would do. I snuck into the bathroom to make a wake-up call to the property manager.

I had decided that I didn’t want to tell anyone else in the house and suffer in silence for the rest of the trip. I wasn’t trying to be a martyr, I just didn’t think it was necessary to traumatize everyone else and make them wonder every night if they were going to get a little visitor dropping by.

I told the property manager what had happened.

She was plenty sympathetic and assured me that the house and its perimeter had been sprayed just days before. It couldn’t be sprayed again this soon, though, especially with young children around, but she said that she’d send the exterminator to set traps all around the house (inside and out).

After the traps were set, I secretly monitored them all day, every day. I couldn’t decide if I WANTED to see a roach trapped in these little cardboard Hotel California’s or if it would be better to NOT see one.

As it turned out, I never did see one. In the traps, in my hair, or in my bed.

But, the damage had already been done.

I spent the entire week in a sleep-deprived daze. I left the light on every night (sorry, love) and hoped that Ambien would help (it didn’t).

The moral of the story? Avoid ground-floor accommodations when on vacation.

Have you ever had something like this happen? I’d love to hear from you!

21 thoughts on “what lies beneath – part two.

  1. You know my story since I left it on Part 1! I can’t believe that even Ambien didn’t help, it’s usually such a wonder drug. Here’s to hoping this was the first and last time for roach shenanigans in your life!

    • Ha ha – I was thinking of YOU when I posted that question on part 2! I should have said, “Has anyone besides Stacie had this happen to them?” πŸ™‚ And yes, I usually really enjoy a good Ambien once in awhile, but that was just a hell-on-wheels week.

  2. Does that cockroach-y thing bite?? Gross. I found a huge one in a hotel room once, and they gave us our $$ back. In February I got stung by a scorpion, in bed, under the covers in my own house. I’m still traumatized. Hope you can bounce back quicker than me!! lol

    • Now I have to start looking in my SHOES every day? Thanks a lot, pal! On a side note, I actually really like spiders and never EVER kill them. But, we don’t have fuzzy tarantulas here. Except one time in Olivia’s classroom at preschool but it was safely in a glass box.

  3. Ha ha! Of course that has happened to me…I live in New Orleans, do you know the roach population in this swampy city? I probably should not even tell you.

    It takes a lot to grose me out when it comes to roaches. Growing up in our old drafty house we saw them around. Now were pretty good at not having in our house and will rarely find one. BUT, my mom-in-law, bless her heart is old, doesn’t see so well and isn’t a clean freak. (Warning, this may grose you out, bc it did me). One night I found a roach crawling through her silverware drawer. She sort of dismissed it and said her husband let this “one” in. I open her cupboards and there is another under the sink. She says its the same one that just moved. Okay….. I look on the counter behind something and there are roach pellets (poo poo). And finally, a dead roach in the dishwasher!!! All in one night.

    Um, HELLO! I had to text Michael bc it was grosing me out so much. Ultimately, Michael went over and put out the stuff we use and had the seals to outside checked and I think we are in the all clear.

    Girl….you would have died. Eyes. Wide. Open πŸ˜‰

  4. Well at least with this cockroach story, unlike the Mexico one, I didn’t get punched in the face at 3 am. The light on all night is much better.

    • Oh, John/son, I hope you got punched for your own good reason and not bc I thought mixing Tequila and Ambien was a good idea and ended up snoring (just I little) and Melisa thought it was you snoring and slugged you. Or maybe that was when we were in Las Vegas and not Mexico – this darn memory of mine. Again, I do apologize for that one! Loveyoumeanit….Mom/Pat

      • Mom, you are killing me! The incident John is referencing was years and years ago in Mexico (Playa del Carmin). It was just him, me, and a flying cockroach! LoveYOUmeanit!

  5. When I lived in Hawaii on the Big Island one of my favorite games was to sneak into the kitchen late at night with a rolled up newspaper, flip on the light, and smash the hell out of the scattering roaches on the countertops. But the real problem was the cane spiders – when they burn the suger cane fields, it displaces hundreds of them. They’re as big as Olivia’s hand and you can actually hear them when they crawl on the wall…. Fortunately, they prefer to live outside.

      • Oh hi Jim! πŸ™‚ I am going crazy over that story you just told. I actually like spiders and never kill them, but that sounds like a complete take-over! Couldn’t handle it. And ugggghhhh the roaches! Why do they have to be so big and crunchy???

  6. I know somethings are scary, gross, ‘crunchy’, or or just plain rude … But have you ever notice that the walking creature with the fewest feet usually wins?? So if you ever see a spider/critter running around with one leg and looking like its coming for you that’s when you should run!! I’m guessing if this happens those 12 minute miles will turn into 8 minutes. ;)-

    Hope all is well

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