I’ve been pretty lucky this year. I haven’t seen any large cockroaches or dead cockroach bodies. I have seen a few tiny cockroach babies and have easily vanquished them with Raid. They’re not as disgusting at this age because they haven’t yet developed their large, dark shell of a body and they’re only the size of a fingernail.
Today, all of that changed.
I was walking out of my kitchen (barefoot) when I just barely noticed a cockroach carcass. I came SO close to stepping on it. That would’ve been really traumatizing… probably more traumatizing than the time when I stepped on a slug… barefoot. Anyway, I proceeded to scream like a little baby, running around my room in a panic. Then I called Mike and screamed some more. For the record, it is not nice to laugh at someone while they are shrieking about a dead cockroach. It’s not nice at all. Anyway, I couldn’t just pick it up and throw it away because I couldn’t get too close to it. It might’ve come back to life or attacked me or shot thousands of cockroach egg-babies into my mouth.
I gathered up my things so I could go teach class and decided to deal with the cockroach later. I was still a bit shaken up when I got into the class, so the students asked me what was wrong. Then I told them about the dead cockroach in my room and asked for their advice. Their advice was to sweep it up, but I told them that I tried, but that I was too afraid.
One little boy in the front of the classroom bravely volunteered to sweep it up for me if I gave their class an extra star for the day. (The kids earn one star if they are quiet/obedient during class, and for every 5 stars, they get to watch a movie). Obviously, I agreed. I ended class 5 minutes early so we could take care of the carcass. Armed with a broom and dust pan, the student, along with 15 other students and I, marched up to my room to dispose of it.
Two minutes later, the cockroach was gone and I felt a bit more at ease. The next time I need something done, I will bribe the students with a star.