Ivy
Silver Member
I hated that bedsit! In the shower room soon afterwards, I found a big, fat black fecker who was very, very still. It stayed there for ages - I crept on tiptoes around it, frightened to breathe in case I woke it up - until I finally couldn't bear it anymore.
I stealthily approached it like Steve Irwin, with a coathanger in one hand and a saucepan in the other, and gently nudged it with the coathanger so that when it scuttled off, I could catch it in the saucepan and lob it out the window.
It exploded!!!!!
I was GIPPING as I had to clean up the mess! What was all THAT about???!?!?!??!?!?!?
BBLUEEEUURGHHGHGHGHGHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are braver than moi...i wouldnt have even thought about tackling it - though i understand what you mean about tiptoeing around it - in case ITS disturbed
Crazy but yup been their done that.
Bedsits are havens...i had one that had cracks in the walls and was tormented day and night - i slept with one eye open
Hopefully i will get cured tho'
Ivy