it was covid lockdown. i don’t think i was the only one who skipped the odd laundry day.

this was a whole different thing, though. i’d already lived here (i’m still in the same place) for three years without any issues. i’m not neurotic, but i do try to keep my place clean.

or at least i thought i did…

these roaches taught me so much. to this day, i still keep my organic waste in a bag in my freezer. i got rid of my coffee machine and switched to instant - explaining why would probably make you sick. i never leave dishes to “soak” any more.

i’m telling you, it got bad. really bad. i talked to the super, and she said that someone moved in who ‘was from a different part of the world and is used to roaches’. like, what? it got to the point where i always had a fly swatter in one had and a bottle of windex in the other. i was killing 20-30 by hand every night. they weren’t coming over for food; they were so bad at the other apartment that they were coming there to scope a new place to live.