When I’m up at night, I feel scared to put on the lights, because I’d see them running around.
The worst part is, no matter how hard I hit or spray them, these bastards keep on multiplying.
It wasn’t long till, i found myself deliberately avoiding my kitchen cabinet, and i became traumatized about the disease threat it piled on my food.
This made me reach out to a professional exterminator who quoted me an unaffordable $600 fee…
It got to a point that the sight of roaches made me throw whatever I held... My phone, glass of coffee, medication and more.
I’ll even choose to take my friends to expensive spots rather than have them come over to my place.
Day and night, thousands of thoughts clouded up my mind.
And after I tried sprays, boric acid, and sticky traps that made things even worse, I accepted my fate, and shifted the blame to deeper building maintenance issues.
On the verge of being completely adamant, something happened..
While having dinner with my family, I found a cockroach inside our cereal bowl.
It screamed loud, and it was like these roaches stripped me of being the owner of the house.