After 6 years living in Texas and 3 living here, it finally happened. I saw a legendary flying huge cockroach. Ick. Thankfully, I was in a guest house and not my own house when I saw him. Thankfully it didn’t fly right at me. But it did fly. Ick. And don’t try to reassure me and tell me it’s a water bug. That is a cucaracha. Or in French, a cafard. Interestingly enough, cafard is also slang for being depressed.
Back to the bug, I dropped one of my favorite sandals on him, not wanting to get too close. He just shrugged it off and walked out from under it. Not having a hiking boot with me to drop on him, or an anvil, or a rifle/shotgun/flamethrower/Uzi to shoot at him, I smacked him with the aforesaid favorite sandal. The picture is of him, recently deceased, next to a Q-tip to give you an idea of the size. Ick. There are reasons other than mosquitos that I sleep inside a mosquito net. Ick.