And to think, I was just emailing with someone claiming victory over these little bastards this morning. Looks like I'll have to eat my words. I know everyone told us, and I guess I only sort of believed them but now I know for sure: these guys really are hard to kill. All those jokes about them surviving the apocalypse are actually coming from some place legit. So far we have laid out twenty roach motels, made a batch of roach killing cookies and fogged the place twice (or was it three times?) and this little guy somehow made it through. Ugh.
More fogging, trapping and squishing will commence. I might even have to go out and buy the industrial strength stuff so many of you told us about. Hopefully once we leave the damn dock we will be free of these guys for a while. There are few things I despise as much as cockroaches. (Shudder).
For now, I am going back to vacation mode. Nothing I can do about it from here and mama wants an ice cream cone!