So imagine my surprise (horror!) when, at 6:30 this morning, up above the kitchen archway into the dining room I saw.... a cucaracha. A big juicy one. We have ten foot ceilings, and this guy was at least 8 feet off the ground. In other words, out of my reach. If I had been super brave (negative) I would have grabbed the step stool and climbed up and smashed it with a shoe. But a few months ago Michael tried to kill a high on the wall cockroach and it flew at my face, so I was understandably gun-shy.
Since I was not super brave, I decided to be super resourceful. I grabbed the broom and tried to whack the bug off the wall. Theoretically it would either die smashed on the wall or fall to the floor and I would step on it with a shoe. This was not a good idea for two reasons:
1) I missed the bug
2) The broom hit the doorway into the dining room and a big chunk of drywall fell out of the wall
At that point I went upstairs to tell Michael of my insect issue, and to tell him to be ready to tag-team the pest when he got downstairs. Well, of course, when I got back to the kitchen, the bug was gone. I have no clue where he went, but I am on high alert. I open the dishwasher slowly, am not walking around without shoes, have a heavy shoe at the ready to squash it, etc.
Meanwhile, this afternoon I spackled my wall and have applied the dining room paint color (red clay) to the bottom part of the doorway. Once that dries I will apply the kitchen paint color (sand) to the top part. All this work for a damn bug.