The march is on

Yes, you read it correctly folks.

The march is on. The roaches have arrived. Truth be told, I've only found one, unless the one I found this morning was the twin of the one I saw last night scurrying across the kitchen floor.

It was small and reddish brown, not as disgusting as you might think. I imagined that when I would see them, they'd be crawling out of the sink in thick hordes. Maybe all those horror films have given bugs a bad rap.

This morning, I finally put in that work order for the apartment to be sprayed. Apparently there was already a list of people who needed the same job done. Unfortunately, pest control only comes twice a month. I've got another 10 days before these suckers are killed.

My officemate, ever wise, reminded me to buy those roach traps she mentioned earlier this week. I bought eight. They're in the kitchen and bathroom, equipped with bait.

For those of you who are squirming at the thought of cockroaches in this apartment, you can squirm a little more. They fester inside the walls of D.C.

The best I can do is armor myself with bait traps and let pest control make monthly visits.

So march on little friends. The bait traps are waiting.