"La cucaracha, la cucaracha,
Ya no puede caminar;
Porque no tiene, porque le falta
Marihuana que fumar."
"The cockroach, the cockroach,
Can't walk anymore
Because it doesn't have, because it's lacking
Marijuana to smoke."
I wish this song were true. If marijuana really kept the roaches from walking (and therefore NOT entering my apartment) I would go out and buy a few KILOS of it. (Haha, I'm only kidding mom!)
(and that isn't dirt on the floor...it's a stain that won't come up! haha, I promise my house is clean!) :)
You should have seen me killing it. Around 6:30 pm (it was already dark by then) I went into the kitchen. The light was already on, and I was shocked to see a roach right in the middle of the floor. (Roaches don't usually like light, and stay hidden until late at night when it's nice and dark.) I screamed, and it didn't move. Then I realized that my bug spray was in the utility room. The roach was blocking my entrance. I went into the bedroom and picked out a pair of Jose's nice heavy boots. (Jose asked me later why I needed a pair of shoes and not just one, haha. I'm not sure, I guess one could have worked just as well.) Anyway. I go into the kitchen with the two boots, and stand over the roach trying to get up the courage to smash it. I stood there for about 5 minutes trying to do it. Finally, I was about to do it, when the edge of the boot hit the box next to the roach and the roach ran towards me. I screamed. And started crying. I tried to call Jose. He didn't answer. And if he had answered, he probably would have told me I was being ridiculous and just kill the darn thing. So anyway. The roach eventually ran into the box. I saw my opening, and ran into the utility room for the spray. As I was coming out, I saw the roach crawling on the outside of the box. I sprayed like crazy. (Just so you can picture this...the spray is not in a can. It's in a bottle with a pump, so you have to push in the pump for the spray to come out.) So I'm pumping the spray like crazy, and it kept running! I ran into the living room, and it ran into the utility room. I followed it, still spraying like crazy. We went on like this for about 10 minutes. It would run and hide, and I would wait. When it came out again, I would spray it like crazy. Finally, I realized it was starting to die. It was trying to run around, but wasn't doing too well. I stood there and watched it twitch until it died. (A little morbid, I know. But I had to make sure it died!)
I left it in the floor to send a message to its friends and family. If you come into my apartment, you will die bitches! Hahaha.
Seriously though, I don't understand why we have roaches! I've done my best to keep them away. I clean all of the surfaces in the kitchen with bleach almost daily, and take great care to keep everything dry (they like moist areas) and crumb free. We keep almost all of our dry pantry goods in plastic containers or baggies to discourage them too. I have boric acid sprinkled in all the right places too (i.e., under the sink, around the appliances, in cracks/holes).
The only advice I can find online for preventing/controlling roaches come from companies/organizations in the US. I need some advice on how to combat these catracho roaches. So, Honduras, I need your help. Tell me what to do to keep these nasty creatures away!!