Attack of the Cockroaches!

I am done with my classes, and as of last night, done with all my work as well. So I’ve thus been enjoying the leisure time the end of the semester has afforded me before I go traveling to watch absurd amounts of Doctor Who. Unfortunately, or not as it doesn’t really matter at this point, this has corrupted my ‘grandma’ sleep cycle (as my friends commonly refer to it as), in which I sleep around 10:30 and am awake by seven. Instead, adventures with the ninth and tenth doctors have kept me up until three in the morning, and sleeping until 10:30 or so. This is all well and good except for that I get hungry at one in the morning, and being accustomed to getting hungry during waking hours in which there is food available, I keep little in my room. Therefore last night I decided with my friends to order some momos, Tibetan dumplings that are kind of the greatest thing ever.

As I went out to go pick up my order, and walked downstairs and through the hallway, I found myself dodging an unusual number of cockroaches. By unusual number, I mean more than one. I’ve on occasion seen one pinky length cockroach in the downstairs hallway, and have succeeded in walking briskly by without much fuss despite being very grossed out. My first experience with cockroaches was in first grade, finding one under my lunch box, and since then have not had to deal with the creatures. However, last night was different.

As I rounded the corner I saw a sight I did not expect to. I’ve dealt with a lot of things in this dorm. Lizards, grasshoppers, pigeons, cats that steal sandwiches, doors and windows that don’t close properly to the outside weather, no heating or air conditioning, clothes that come back from the laundry dirtier than when you gave them, mold on the walls in the hallway and no fire alarms, so perhaps in a sense I was prepared for seeing a cockroach nest emerging from the first floor bathroom and spilling out into the hall.

Apparently what happened, was that a girl went to the bathroom and saw some cockroaches, and therefore reasonably told one of the people working about it. This person apparently dumped kerosene into where the cockroaches were (you can still smell it), which resulted in all of the cockroaches emerging to escape the kerosene. I mean somewhere between fifty and sixty cockroaches, the liveliest ten or so making it down the hallway to suffer from whatever insect sprays the girls living nearby could get their hands on. I’m just happy I live upstairs.

It perhaps ought to be pointed out that when I announced the cockroach explosion on facebook, my loyal friends called upon a variety of super heroes to save me, namely the Men in Black and the Doctor.

On a side note, Doctor Who is a great BBC show I’ve decided.