So today is Dec 3rd, a Monday. I killed two baby cockroaches in my apartment today. I don’t know where they’re coming from! They’re so disgusting! I’m going to search on google and try to find some type of home remedy that I can use – like place it in several places to attract and kill the cockroaches.
March 8th ’19 Update: Well, it’s OBVIOUSLY March the 8th now – so it’s been 3 months since I wrote this post. JUST YESTERDAY I found a powder at Canadian Tire with which to deter cockroaches. I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to find a product. I guess I had TOO MUCH faith in finding a home remedy. YouTube had some sh*t, but people in the comments were saying it wasn’t working. Also I’ve been pretty tight with my budgeting.
I assume that all of Toronto’s apartment buildings have cockroaches. I did rent a room in one on Don Mills that I can’t remember any cockroaches – which is strange. Maybe the owner of the unit was fastidious about them and already made some sort of home remedy to kill them all. I *do* remember he sent me a nasty text about how I didn’t clean the whole apartment properly (each Renter had to take turns cleaning the Common Areas of the apartment every week). He wanted me to pick stuff up and move it so I could clean behind it and beneath it. That man was a bastard. So pathetic. I’m pretty sure he gambled a lot of money and that’s why he had to rent out his bedroom to someone new. He then moved into what was the dining room and made some kind of makeshift bedroom in it. That’s when I stopped using the living room – because the living room was directly attached to the dining room and there wouldn’t have been any privacy. I have a really good memory of giving head to some hot dude on the balcony, before the shit landlord moved into the dining room. He was so disgusting. He used to shower with *THE WORST* smelling body wash and it stank up the bathroom afterwards. When I told him I was moving out, he freaked out and I think told me to leave in 3 days or something stupid like that. I remember he sent me a slew of nasty text messages around that time, and I *think* I developed some type of ‘post-traumatic stress disorder’ from that moment.
Anyways, I’m pleased with myself for going to the gym tonight.