The day I drank a roach
A good reason to not drink from last night's cup
There was a time when I didn't entertain at my apartment because I had a small roach problem. In my defense, it wasn't because I kept my apartment dirty it was because of the poor construction of it and that allowed for many little outside creatures to escape the humid Florida weather into dry, cool apartment. One morning I woke up and was rushing around to get ready for work and decided to take a sip of juice I left on my nightstand from the night before. Bad idea? YES. The cup was plastic and black allowing me to not see what was waiting inside for me (first mistake). I sipped until I felt a creepy crawly whatever touch my tongue (PFFFFFFT).
I immediately spit it all over my bathroom sink and then proceeded to dry heave and gag for 15 minutes, well over the time I had left before my shift at work started. The thought of a roach in my mouth sent me spiraling down fast so much to the point where I was asked if I needed to go to the hospital. I was GAGGING at the thought of a roach, let alone one being in my juice! I started to think if it was there and crawled in while I was asleep, where else has it been?? After fits of gagging and halfway sobbing from embarrassment and being grossed out I calmed down and made it to work in record time but this was a day to remember and I always said I'd write about. This was also the day I learned that roach bombs were a thing!