Warning: Disgusting content

I am not amused.

In fact, I'm so far from "amused" I don't even know where to begin.

One word. Cockroaches.

I can't handle it. I'm so repulsed my skin constantly feels like it's crawling and every little tickle of a loose string on my sweater, or the brushing of my pant legs against my skin makes me shutter and jump.

Cockroaches. The most pointless, disgusting nuisances the planet has to offer.

We've found about 10 so far. Initally I was nervous, but thankful (when we'd only found 2) because another apartment of international students has found over 30...at least we weren't in THAT situation. But this week we took a turn for the worst. Intially they were only in our bathroom, so we kept the drains plugged and put laurel leaves around (maybe the Spaniards know something I don't...but I've never heard of that solution for these ridiculous bugs). We hadn't seen any in awhile. Then I found one in the kitchen, sprayed it with air freshener to paralyze it, and smashed it to pieces (although they are hard to kill, even by smashing). As I turned to take it to the bathroom and throw it down the toilet another one came after me and I had to smash him too. 2 at one time. Bad news. Then today Luisa came in and told me she saw 3 in the kitchen at the same time, and wasn't able to kill them all before they ran away. So there are more and we KNOW they are here...hiding...waiting to reappear and gross the heck out of me all over again.

I actually had a nightmare about cockroaches awhile ago.

I suppose because we've closed off all the entrances to the bathroom that they are coming in through the kitchen now. The worst part about that (besides the fact that they are potentially around our food) is that my room and the kitchen are connected by our little back patio. My room is MAYBE 2 feet from the kitchen. I close my door as tight as I can. I put an extra towel at the base of the door since it doesn't close all the way. My body tenses as I throw back my blankets every day and examine my bed for these creepy critters.

It would almost be worth it to lose my deposit and move to another apartment in order to be rid of this situation...the problem is that moving doesn't guarentee the new apartment woudn't have cockroaches. We're stuck, and seriously, I'm at the point if I see one more on a marginally-bad day, or if I see one in my room I'm going to cry. I can't handle it anymore. I'm not a girly girl but these stupid bugs give me the heebie jeebies.