It was the LAST straw

when a damn palmetto bug (aka: ROACH) crawled across me this morning at 3am.

This is war.

The damn landlady has ignored my requests for her to get the exterminator in here for months now. I really wouldn't care. I just squash em or they end up dying anyway. But when they crawl on ME? That's it.

I suppose I have to resort to my own measures. I am trying to find out where I can get Boric Acid. I found some on ebay but not sure I like their packaging procedures. That's all I need is the GBI knocking down my door because they think I got drugs by mail order. ePestSupply seems to have some, in small enough quanitities that I don't have to order 5 lbs. or more and have it sit forever since I doubt I will go through 5 lbs.

I know. I am living in nature's world. It's not my fault they built this house on their land. But I'm here. To stay at least for another year. And these bugs will just have to deal. I know I shouldn't squash god's/buddha's/muhammed's/whoever's creatures, but I draw the line at roaches and anything else that surprises me first.

Or do I get snippy when I go banging on her door at 10am (because I know she might be sleeping and figure she's home?) to AGAIN ask her to get the exterminator up here. Or shall I leave yet ANOTHER note with the rent? OR wait, should I withhold the rent, make her call or come over for it so she's forced to speak to me?? THEN demand she get the exterminator? OR just call her myself?? Nothing seems to work. When I call over there I usually get the idiot boyfriend. HE's a real winner. When my man was over here visiting, he saw her boyfriend and said hello. He barely spoke, and G-man said something else and her boyfriend just acted like he had something contagious and just quickly went into the house without speaking. Fucking asshole to me. He never gives her my messages. Or she acts like she doesn't get them. I may just call, and call and keep calling. Be a pest myself.

Yea that sounds like it might be my plan.