How bad can it be?
Back in the 80's one of my first apartments was in some shithole brownstone where maybe half
the tenants spoke English, the rest were college students and/or 20'something party goers,
musicians,etc.
The place was so totally infested with roaches that the only way to eliminate them all would
have been to burn the building to the ground, or do the tenting thing and pump it
full of Zyklon-B. At night, if you flipped a light switch on, it looked like the floor was moving.
If you set out any Roach Motels, it would be filled to capacity with a no vacancy sign on the entrance
within a day or two... it was that bad. But being young, stupid and drunk at the time, none of
us gave a f***.
![[party]](/xen/styles/default/xenforo/smilies.vb/021.gif "Party [party]")
![[banana]](/xen/styles/default/xenforo/smilies.vb/029.GIF "Banana [banana]")
Usually those kinds of living situations don't last long, so I was there maybe 9-10 months
before I moved out. Boxed up what few belongings I had, and stuffed them in the back
of my Corolla. I had another place lined up to move to, but it wouldn't be available for
a few weeks. Dropped off all the boxes at my mothers place for storage and you guessed it,
roaches started showing up at her place. Fortunately we got the situation under control before
they really started to multiply, but mom was really pissed at me anyways.
The funniest part was that sometime later on I was driving along and saw a roach scurrying
across the instrument cluster (it was actually in between the cluster and clear plastic).
I ended up pulling up all the carpeting which was where they were hiding, probably
because it was damp from water and who knows what.
I named mine Pal and taught him to fetch.
But can he dance and sing?
