The Roach and the Dispatch

Hello again, all!


I know I just posted something the other night, but there have been a few interesting developments since I last talked to you, and the title of this post kind of gives everything away. I'll start with the roach, since that seems to be where this whole ordeal started...


As some of you may know...and some of you may not... I'm deathly afraid of roaches. Just roaches, not spiders, not moths and not generally any other form of creepy crawly anything. Now, I'm not trying to say that if I came into contact with a spider as big as my palm that I would be trying to pick it up or squash it (that should probably be left for the experts), but for the most part I'm ok with all that. Roaches, however, dead or alive!, will not (and physically cannot) be tolerated. You can ask my grandmother. I honestly, don't know where this ridiculous fear of the little, disgusting, excuse for a living thing came from, but you better believe if I see one in my room or around the house--depending on its size--will either a)grab a shoe and kill it, then run to my grandmother to come get it for me or b)will run to my grandmother--or call out for her, depending on if it's got me cornered or not,--and then have her come kill it. All in all, I'm not a very effective roach mortician, and the idea of picking up their crunchy bodies and respectively flushing them down the toilet or throwing them away gives me the heebie-jeebies! 


So! Imagine my horror when I woke up one morning to take my shower before work and saw, none other, than a dead roach just kind of chilling in the corner of my shower. EW!!! I know, right?! Well, there wasn't a lot I could do about it, being in my roach averse condition, so I threw a wash cloth over it and grabbed all of my stuff from the shower. Thank goodness I have a bathtub, because for 2 days after that I took baths and refused to go into my shower. Luckily, I thought to myself, Taylor's boyfriend Jason would be coming into town and he could get it out of there for me, right? He was a boy and boys pick up bugs like that for scared girls like me, right?? No dice. He was just as afraid of the bugs as I was, and Taylor--although she is scared of them, too, she'll at least dispose of them--was trying to prove a point by not helping me. We kind of joked around about it for a few minutes and I developed some hair-brained scheme involving a vacuum cleaner's suctioning power and a plastic bag, but I decided to leave it until after we came back from dinner. Well, on the way, Taylor casually mentioned that we should call guest services to come and take care of it. I mean, we're guests and I needed a service done. It makes sense, right? (Yeah, just go with me on this one) And low-and-behold, my favorite dispatch (Erik Melman) was on duty, and after posing the idea of picking up the bug in my shower--without letting him know what kind it was--he readily agreed to come help. :)


He didn't believe it when I actually dispatched him to come help though. But like the brave and wonderful soul he is, he came to my rescue (was a little grossed out when he found out it was a roach) but then bucked up, grabbed a plastic bag, and went to town cleaning up my bug cemetery of a shower. After all that was over, we stood outside and talked about the property, talked about me shadowing him in his department for the weekend (he's kind of like the front desk runner, trunk unloader and traffic director--but so much more than that!), about the wildlife on property (hah! I just had one die in my shower) and about bands and music. So, he brought me some Cd's from his car to listen to and to put on my computer. It's Angels and Airwaves, and they're actually good. :) Not saying that I thought they wouldn't be since I like just about anything but country music...and even then that can be all right from time to time. Let's just say the moral of the story is: always have a guy who can clean the bugs out of your shower... and who also has good music tastes!


Millman, this post is dedicated to you and your unwavering ability to come to a girl's rescue!


Whitney