Gary's scream this morning pulled me straight up out of bed where I had been submerged under the influence of heavy REM cycles. I immediately assumed the dog was dead, because nothing else could cause im to make that noise.
But then, from the bathroom I heard THUMP ARGH THUMP ARGH! Gary exploded out of the bathroom.
"WHAT?" I screamed.
Whew, not the dog. So, a roach. They live in the garage, and in the garden, and every once in a while they make themselves known. No big deal -
"IN THE TOWEL!"
"Oh! Well that's weird. Are you sure -"
"THERE WAS A ROACH IN THE FOLDS! I ALMOST RUBBED IT ON MY HEAD!"
Then he wouldn't go into that bathroom for the rest of the morning, instead he monopolized the hall bathroom.
So of course I'd just woken up and had to pee. I held out for about half an hour, but I decided to go ahead and use the Roach Bathroom. Roaches don't hang out once spotted. That roach was long gone.
I had a hunch that what he'd seen was a leaf, not a roach, so I pulled the towel folds apart AND THERE WAS A ROACH IN THE TOWEL! I punched that towel and rubbed it on the wall and steamrolled everything inside the fold.
I opened it back again. ROACH ON THE MOVE! I cursed the softness of the egyptian cotton towels we bought for someone else who, it seems, prefers thin towels, and pounded directly on the roach until it died.
Flushed the roach. Gary plans to spray this weekend. I laundered the towels in the hottest water. I think this answers the question asked earlier on this blog, how often should I wash my towels? Not to put too fine a point on it, but you should wash towels after they start to smell and BEFORE the ROACHES take up residence.