Greg and I had gotten in the habit of watching “The Good Wife” TV series in bed at night before going to sleep. We are NOT caught up yet to the current showings, so please no spoilers. It’s comfy in bed, we can snuggle, and at the end of our TV viewing, I love just slump down and go to sleep (teeth having been previously brushed and PJ’s already on!).
It was getting near the end of April and we were still in the dry season, but it had started getting cloudier and cloudier during the day – and it appeared like it would rain soon – but it had not. Yet.
So there we were one night, cuddled up watching our show, and all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw something flying above the window. I screamed “BUG!!”, grabbed the laptop from Greg and paused the show, while he was already in action shouting “Where? Where’d it go?”. OK – I was busy pausing the movie, how was I supposed to know where it went? But it flew again – by the bathroom door – Greg ran, captured and killed the thing. Whew.
I said “What was it?” (fully expecting a June Bug maybe, or a beetle of some kind – it seemed pretty big).
“Babe – tell me, what was it? I can take it.”
Greg, sighing regretfully: “It was a roach”.
UGH – the feared and dreaded word – I cringe just to hear that word, let alone say it (and yet – here I am doing a blog post on it…). I will henceforth refer to it as the R-bug.
Crap! How did it get inside?? We had the bedroom window open – which is high up, but it has a screen on it. And we had the drapes closed. I was perplexed as to how it got in. But you know – R-bugs can get into some really small places (being the creepy, sneaky, ugly bug that they are!).
Ah well, it was just one – right? We went back to watching “The Good Wife”, and before I knew it I was entrenched in Alicia and Will’s romantic tension.
The following night – we were in bed watching “The Good Wife” again. After we were done – Greg got up to plug his laptop in. All of a sudden I heard him moving furniture around. What?? Come to find out – he had seen 2 (two!!) R-bugs when he turned on the lights by the front door, and they went scurrying under the sofa! UGH!!!
And of course Greg was set to house/pet sit at our friend’s house (a mile and a half down the hill) – THE VERY NEXT DAY. I was going to be staying at our house (ALONE!), as I had some prior engagements I needed to take care of.
So Greg did what he could – mixed up a heavy potion of some bug poison and sprayed it everywhere. I mentioned to my neighbors that I might be calling on them to help me while Greg was out – to their credit they said “sure, no problem”, but I’m sure they didn’t know how serious I was. Greg left, and my nervousness set in.
The first night of being alone – I slept fairly well, considering. Woke up the next morning, started some coffee, opened the drapes, and started putting the dishes away that had set out all night to dry. When I got to the silverware… yep – you guessed it – there was a little visitor squirming around (these things are FAST!) at the bottom of the silverware container!! I freaked out – ran and got my phone and “The Executioner” (a tennis racket bug zapper thingee), and rushed back to the scene. He was still there.
I texted Greg with trembling fingers (“R-bug! Alive! What to do??”), he somehow was awake and texted me back that he was on his way (I know, I have an awesome husband!! – even though it was probably going take him 45 min’s to hike up to our place). I kept my eye on the R-bug – screaming quietly every time he moved. I was totally creeped out, the hair on my arms standing on end. I somehow got the silverware out and put my bug zapper tennis racket over the top of the silverware hole so if he tried to come to the top I would zap him.
I then politely emailed my neighbors. It was 6:30 in the morning, but this was an emergency!…Subject: BUG!! Email: Do you happen to be up? Bug emergency!!
Within 5 minutes (which is a LONG time to be watching an ALIVE R-bug) my neighbor replied:“I’ll be right there”
RELIEF. THANK GOD.
I frantically texted Greg and told him, so he didn’t need to hike up here – but he was already on his way and said he was coming anyway.
Said neighbor appeared slightly thereafter with coffee mug, bug spray and bug traps in hand. I was never so happy to see anyone. He took care of the “problem”, and I tried to thank him as best as I knew how. It was hard to convey how much it meant to me… He was cool as a cucumber “What? No big deal, Jen. Anytime – you just call me.”
I knew I liked my neighbors before this, but now I really, really liked them.
The next night – it had just gotten dark out, and I saw an R-bug suddenly flying (yes – FLYING – they FLY here!) around the dining room table light. I ran for The Executioner and phone – he was still in the light fixture. I frantically called my neighbors. No answer. Called their 2nd number. No answer. I was starting to hyperventilate. I messaged her on Facebook (but she’s not usually on Facebook). I tried her other number again – and she answered: “Bug Patrol” (Oh! I love a girl who doesn’t waste time with minced words!).
She knew my urgency, spent no wasted time on the phone, and before I knew it her hubby appeared at my door and promptly took care of the problem. AGAIN. With a little tiny napkin and his bare hands.
Then he asked me if I wanted to see it.
UM – NO…. !! I don’t think he fully understands my R-bug-phobia issues. But, bless his heart, I was just so thankful that he dropped whatever he was doing, came over, and killed yet another of these awful bugs for me… I thanked him profusely… (again)…
The next day, I got depressed. I couldn’t stop thinking of these bugs, my fear, and my inability to take care of things myself. This was my BIGGEST hang up on moving to Costa Rica (call me a weenie – whatever – it is what it is). Seriously, this was hands down the hardest hurdle for me to get over in order to move here. But now – I was here.
I wallowed in my sadness for the majority of the day. But then – enough was enough. Later that afternoon – I decided to put my big girl panties on. I did some research and asked for advice from friends. Before long – I had a plan.
That night – as dusk descended on my little Costa Rican casa – I calmly got up and SHUT all the windows. Took the high potent bug poison spray bottle and sprayed around all the windows – and twice under the door frame. I shut all the drapes. Turned off as many lights as I could. Got The Executioner out and sat on the couch, where I had the best view of the door, kitchen and dining room table, and WAITED. I was ready. Just try me. I could NOT be calling my neighbors twice a day – that was ridiculous! I was a grown woman!
A couple hours later – sure enough – an R-bug came flying in… I got up with The Executioner, and the next time he flew (they don’t fly SUPER fast, which was in my favor) – I hit him like he was a tennis ball – ZZZZZZAP!! I screamed.
He fell to the floor but was kicking around like crazy. I laid my tennis racket on top of him – ZAPPPP!! Scream.
Still kicking, but slower. Tennis racket on top again – ZAP! Small scream.
No more moving. I didn’t want to wait to see if he moved again. I was by the front door – opened it and volleyed him out and over the porch with my racket (no way was I getting closer to him than arms distance!). GONE!
OMG – I DID IT! I KILLED A LIVE R-BUG for the FIRST TIME EVER in my LIFE (well, not including the time I first moved to Dallas and lived in a slum of an apartment and they had baby roaches everywhere – I’m not quite sure how I did that. But that was a long time ago, and I’ve kinda blocked it out. And, I digress…).
I immediately texted Greg. Then I emailed my neighbors. I was PUMPED UP. And PROUD. A little freaked, yes – but felt more POWERFUL than anything.
And – since then? Well – I haven’t seen a “live” one in a while. Maybe me closing up the house before dark helps, turning off all bright lights, as they are attracted to light. Now – I have woken up to dead ones – usually just one a morning (sometimes none!) – so I know this “bug season” is still going on. But dead are MUCH more easier to deal with than ALIVE and FLYING ones.
Hopefully this will be over soon – someone told me a month. So maybe by the end of May… Please? Hopefully…
Oh – by the way, the rain started like 3 days after the bugs started. So – there you have it. That’s how you know rainy season is ALMOST here…
Ciao for now! — Jen