This apartment is the only place I have lived other than my parents house, where I haven't had either a rodent or bug issue (*sound of me loudly knocking on wood). My first apartment in the ghetto of Toronto found us waking up in the middle of the night once to pretty much see the floor moving. and so started my first nervous breakdown...barf. (Ok, so not an actual breakdown however there were tears and a few frantic phone calls to my mum that occurred) Places I lived in Philly had mice several times and also a few insects. I have never been able to really call somewhere my "home" when I am kinda creeped out by the place. However since G and I have lived together I think we may have come across one ant. I can handle bugs in the singular form. And ants seem less disgusting somehow.
Anyway the point of this ramble is that yesterday we had a note tucked in our door that they were coming to put down roach stuff over the next few weeks...and I got immediately itchy and grossed out. I much preferred to think that cockroaches don't live in Forest Hill. I guess the issue of apartment living is that these sorts of things are bound to come up, but I hate to think that my view of our love nest will be tainted by the threat of creepy crawlies.
Anyway the point of this ramble is that yesterday we had a note tucked in our door that they were coming to put down roach stuff over the next few weeks...and I got immediately itchy and grossed out. I much preferred to think that cockroaches don't live in Forest Hill. I guess the issue of apartment living is that these sorts of things are bound to come up, but I hate to think that my view of our love nest will be tainted by the threat of creepy crawlies.