The chase began when I sprayed him once with Raid, hoping the dose was caustic enough to penetrate his disgusting frame and fry his insides. I took my eyes off of him once, when he lunged from the curtain in my general direction. When I finished screaming like a little girl and cowering behind my French door, the bastard was gone.
This is New Orleans -- so are the grits with herbs and garlic, the afternoon deluges, the poison caterpillars, the toxic and delicious snowballs, the 13-year-olds with guns, that choking small-town feeling, delicious panama hats, jazz fest tourists, Southern conservatism, female pastors, The Mother In Law Lounge, and, of course, that girl with the curly hair.
I wouldn't say I wouldn't trade it for anything, I think I'm proud to call it home, I guess you can say there's no city like it -- but mainly, I'm still here, and ain't that something?
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Hey Annika, I think I'm gonna leave you for the woman in the picture. You understand, right? ;)
Annika, i feel your pain (and disgust).. I too was assaulted by a giant roach once. It was a warm summer day in Union Square subway station, i was crossing from the 6 to the N when in the middle of the rather wide space of the transfer plaza I spotted him.
He was large enough for me (near-sighted) to spot him over 30 feet away, despite the crowds and overall activity of the station... and I guess at that very moment other folks saw him too, and he realized he was not invisible after all and panicked because in an instant he bee-lined toward me across the floor...
This act (and my realization of it) took no more than a split second at most and what followed occured in slow motion...
i jumped in the air to avoid contact, he disappeared from sight, i looked around in panic (for i knew if he wasn't somehwere else he was resting on me someplace) and after a few moments spotted him all the way at the other end of the plaza, but not directly behind me where one would expect him to be assuming he kept a straight line and i did manage to dodge him. He was off at like 3 oclock of me and the only way I can explain that result is even stranger than the encounter thus far.
You see, i was wearing pants with these long, hanging sashes off them (raver days) and to this day I believe the roach headed for me because he spotted these beautiful vines as his ticket to freedom and used them Tarzan-like to escape humans' wrath.
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