David and I were having breakfast at a local cafe in Galveston on a Sunday morning in late May when the phone rings. It's the tenant who lives in the main house. Some demolition had already started on the house at this point but we hoped to keep the tenant undisturbed for as long as possible before we had to start demolition on his space. Undisturbed was the key word here. Even though David was the one on the phone with the tenant, I could clearly hear the tenant. And, boy, was he disturbed!
Seems he was rudely awakened that morning by hundreds of cockroaches! He said they were coming out of every crack, hole, nook and cranny, and were running amok in his apartment. They had even crawled into his hair! They were everywhere! And they were big - the big flying 2" kind. He had lived there three years and had never seen a roach. But now, "you have to do something about this right now, man!"
We promised to call the bug man as soon as possible and, in the meantime, we'd bring him a supply of bug-b-gone stuff from Home Depot.
As soon as we arrived at the house, the tenant told us about his date. He said she woke up screaming and tried to run out the door with no clothes on! "It was like a horror movie!" Fortunately, his door goes to the back deck so she didn't run out the front door. He tossed her a shirt.
"You know how hard it is to get a date? I haven't had a date in a week!"
Then he says, pretty confidently, "I don't think she's coming back."
You'll be happy to know the bug man has taken care of the problem. He said these are the kind of roaches that live on the ground under raised houses and they'd been laying lots of eggs. But it had been so dry they weren't hatching. With the recent rain they'd all hatched at the same time. The bug man said, "I've never seen so many roaches in one place ... except maybe in a restaurant." Now doesn't that make you want to go out for dinner?
We said thank you and gave him a big check.
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