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FUCK, but the last thing I need is to see a roach waltzing up the wall behind my computer desk, especially since said desk is a 6' high unit of Metro shelving that doesn't lend itself to being gotten behind. I think it's been wandering around back there for a while, too, since Snip was looking for something she knocked off that wall the other night for the longest while.
I sprang up and swatted at it, causing it to retreat upwards towards the region that's darker because there's stuff on the shelves blocking the light. I went around to the side and peered in; yup, there the little bastard was, peering around at the piles and piles of comfy-looking nooks amongst the computer detritus. No access in any direction for arms, so I went after it with the broom. It disappeared. No corpse or fleeing scuttle on the floor, either.
Expletive, I said, and set about checking everything that it might have fallen down into. Not in the debris in the desk tray, good. Not amongst the collection of bottles that seem to have piled up beside the sink, good. Hmm...
I proceeded to secure the gap at the rear of the shelving unit, which miscellaneous things have breached in the passage of time and an adventurous ten-pound cat, so that there are now no more points of contact between the wall and the desk-unit besides the two contrivances with which we've anchored the desk to the wall so it doesn't fall over and squash me in a stiff wind. This is a good job done in any event, I suppose. Cleared out the bottle colony by dumping them all in the sink, which Mum will inevitably bitch about when she gets home; must find more secure place to store them where they won't be getting re-dirty all the time...
And then I spotted a flash of motion on the kitchen counter. My desk, you see, is right next to the kitchen sink; it appears that our intruder had chosen the escape route of squirting out ahead of the broom, taken a brief breather behind the cutting board, and was now making for the safety of the darkness behind the fridge.
Not today.
*Splat*
So I feel marginally better in that the chances are that this sighting's accounted for, and not committing infamous deeds in my collection of old floppies. Still quite pissed overall, though. Will reapply Defensive Measures over the weekend, and no, I really don't think that I could take on that job in good conscience...
I sprang up and swatted at it, causing it to retreat upwards towards the region that's darker because there's stuff on the shelves blocking the light. I went around to the side and peered in; yup, there the little bastard was, peering around at the piles and piles of comfy-looking nooks amongst the computer detritus. No access in any direction for arms, so I went after it with the broom. It disappeared. No corpse or fleeing scuttle on the floor, either.
Expletive, I said, and set about checking everything that it might have fallen down into. Not in the debris in the desk tray, good. Not amongst the collection of bottles that seem to have piled up beside the sink, good. Hmm...
I proceeded to secure the gap at the rear of the shelving unit, which miscellaneous things have breached in the passage of time and an adventurous ten-pound cat, so that there are now no more points of contact between the wall and the desk-unit besides the two contrivances with which we've anchored the desk to the wall so it doesn't fall over and squash me in a stiff wind. This is a good job done in any event, I suppose. Cleared out the bottle colony by dumping them all in the sink, which Mum will inevitably bitch about when she gets home; must find more secure place to store them where they won't be getting re-dirty all the time...
And then I spotted a flash of motion on the kitchen counter. My desk, you see, is right next to the kitchen sink; it appears that our intruder had chosen the escape route of squirting out ahead of the broom, taken a brief breather behind the cutting board, and was now making for the safety of the darkness behind the fridge.
Not today.
*Splat*
So I feel marginally better in that the chances are that this sighting's accounted for, and not committing infamous deeds in my collection of old floppies. Still quite pissed overall, though. Will reapply Defensive Measures over the weekend, and no, I really don't think that I could take on that job in good conscience...