Divinity
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This makes me think back to my apartment in Sevilla. All tile floors and I pick the dead of winter to move there. Well come March, it gets warmer and my family visits and literally the day after they leave it happens. I'm having breakfast and a roach the size of...hell it's just huge... crawls out from under the bottom cabinets and under the hideaway bed I had been sleeping in NOT 24 HOURS AGO. Oh God. I lost my appetite. Chucked my half eaten bowl of cereal and ran upstairs to fetch my landlord, Fernando. My spanish is 3rd level high school spanish so gestures help get my point across. His wife could hardly keep from laughing and Fernando was laughing while going downstairs to the now roach's apartment. I didn't even go in - I watched from outside. He lifted the hideaway bed and...no bug. He looks at me like I'm crazy. I remind him gesturing wildly that it's a hideaway bed and he proceeds to shake the damn thing until the roach comes flying out hitting the floor and running around. Fernando asks for paper and I went in for literally .01 seconds to hand him a newspaper and I'm out watching him run around trying to smack the damn thing dead. He kills it and scoops it up and walks past me....I backed up like 40 feet. He comes back from chucking the body outside and I thank him profusely while he walks back upstairs...shaking his head and chuckling. Glad HE found it funny.