Anyone who has ever spent time living in the South has encountered them. No one ever forgets them. Everyone wants to forget. No one can ever really get rid of them. I am talking about those huge, awful, gross flying roaches. They find their way into your house somehow, someway, despite everything you do.
In my euphoria of once again enjoying all things Southern, the Spanish moss dripping from the trees, fried green tomatoes, and the song of the cicada; I have had enough of the roaches already. Leaping on a chair at midnight with a can of smelly bug spray is hardly conducive to restful sleep. Leaping off the chair, while screaming, as the bug flies into your face, is a sure fire path to no one else getting any sleep either.
A friend called the other week. She was rather fired up; (just short of a hissy fit) asking if I remembered those horrible gargantuan roaches from our Atlanta days that I insisted could fly. She used to question how much time I had spent at Manuel’s ( a popular late night watering hole) before I saw one in flight. I really think she believed they only ran fast enough to almost break the sound barrier. My friend was calling to tell me I had been vindicated; she had one flying at her house. The fact she was now living as far north as Virginia seemed to be the real cause of her rant.
Now while we recognize Virginia is indeed below the Mason-Dixon Line and a charming Southern state it had been considered Yankee enough to have avoided those horrible things the Floridians call Palmetto bugs. But like armadillos that have migrated east, the bugs are on the move. Perhaps with global warming they have their own Manifest Destiny and feel free to conquer new territory.
My Yankee cousin just moved to Georgia and saw her first one in the house. She ran straight to her Facebook feed. One of the most commented on status updates I have seen anyone post recently. Clearly we all hate the damn things. Many of us advise newcomers to get a bug person on retainer. We also will tell you the bug guy/gal will be your new BFF. Not that you will never be terrorized by one of those hideous things again, mind you, you will just have another weapon in your arsenal. Someone suggested my cousin get a cat. Cats do love to chase and torture the flying roaches. Be warned, the cat will go to great lengths to do this and if that means climbing the drapes, so be it. You are only too happy someone is going after the bug so you don’t have to; it can well be worth the price of shredded custom ordered drapes. I think this must be why plantation shutters were really invented; someone figured out the cat thing a long time ago.
Welcome to the South. I can’t wait until my cousin discovers fire ants.