Attack of the Killer Cockroach

The other night, I went walking into my bathroom just as a cockroach was walking out of the shower drain. I hate roaches. They make my skin crawl! I have gotten spoiled in this house without bugs (our previous house had lots of scorpions) and Nolan wasn't home, so naturally I called on my children for help. My standard practice with bugs is to place a cup over them and wait for Nolan to get home. Well, I just knew if I walked away from this roach I would never see it again, so called for Gove (who is more scared of bugs than I am) to get me a cup. He quickly obliged and together we stood at the bathroom door, me getting the nerve to sneak up on the roach and trap it and him getting more and more panicked. Jokingly, I told him to put the cup on the roach - I knew there was no chance he would do it. He looked at me and said, "Okay, I hope I can make it," and threw the cup at the roach! Needless to say, he didn't make it and the roach took off behind the bathroom garbage. Great! Next I called on Max (the brave one) to move the garbage can while I stood safely in the shower. He did so without a moments hesitation and the roach ran between his legs and into the pajama pants I had dropped earlier. I grabbed a can of hairspray and told him to move the pants. He didn't. He picked them up and began shaking them vigorously. I frieked, knowing that at any moment the roach would definitely fly out of the pants and into my hair. After my panicked yells, he dropped the pants and the roach scurried out. I evenly coated it with hairspray until it was good and frozen and grabbed a shoe. Bam! No more cockroach. Wrong. I went and got some paper towels and told Max to pick up the bug, which he did. Unfortunately, he lifted the paper towel to show me that he had the bug and held it right at Gove's eye level. The roach was still moving and Gove began screaming, flailing his arms and ran! Max, of course, threw the roach and paper towel back on the floor and took off too. I was laughing so hard I could hardly breath, followed Max and began trying to convince him to try again. Oh yes, I am a good mom. I thought he was going to do it when he arrived with more toilet paper, but instead he just placed it over the part of the roach that was left exposed when he threw it and asked, "When is daddy going to be home?" Gove then came in to see what was going on and as they peered closely at the covered roach, it miraculously healed itself and hobbled out from under the toilet paper. At this point I put the cup over it and after Max made sure the roach was trapped, we closed the door and waited for Nolan. When Nolan got home, both of the boys met him with yells informing him that there was a big bug in the bathroom! He followed Max into the bathroom and told him to lift the cup so he could kill it. Max lifted the cup and no roach! He immediately turned the cup over, peered inside, screamed and threw the cup, roach and all. The roach ran (What! I squished it! This is why they are so scary!), Nolan stepped on it, picked it up, handed it to Max and together they threw it in the toilet. My heroes! Here's a pictorial review:

The roach after its spray down, squishing and general brush with death

Max's solution: cover it

All covered


If they can't see it is it still there?


Yes! or The Miracle Roach Healing


Put a cup on it, when will dad be home?


Gove had the right idea, head for higher ground!


Dad arrives


Where's the roach?


Our hero! He acts like he isn't afraid, but notice he is packing heat just in case.