I've rarely seen cockroaches, but in the past week, I've seen two of the giant black ones that have personalities. They're not just bugs. They're
beings.
I think because we have dogs, they must have run into the house when a door was briefly left open and because they seek warmth in the cooler temperatures.
So maybe it's because of the changing weather you've seen them.
However, if they are small cockroaches and it's a rental, I'd absolutely demand that the property owner get a professional exterminator there immediately. You may or may not get them again in the spring. Some people need to spray regularly, and some don't. You just have to wait and see.
If you see a few of those little rascals, there are probably many dozens more.
Which reminds me of a story I told here three years ago, copied below. Don't allow yourself to get PTCD, like I have... If nothing else, you can see how they might multiply if you don't get them exterminated now...
My Cockroach Story
Years ago. Another state. Another house. Another life.
One morning, while still in my flannel nightgown, I opened a small broom closet in the kitchen where I’d loosely stacked about 30 paper grocery bags.
I pulled one out, and a dozen or so cockroaches scattered.
I was in bare feet and screamed like a crazy person at the thought that one might touch my bare skin.
I ran and got shoes, but the the only ones I could find were high heels.
I then ran around the kitchen to find roach-attacking equipment: An oven mitt. A pair of tongs. A can of Raid.
So, like a maniac on a mission, I started spraying and pulling out the bags.
It was a cockroach HIGH RISE. Each “floor” (folded bag) had roaches at different stages of their lives: Eggs. Babies. Children. Mothers. Fathers. Grandparents. Aunts and uncles. All were highly perturbed that I was disturbing their happy commune. There were thousands of residents.
They ran, and they ran fast. I sprayed and squashed them in my high heels. Over and over and over again.
Then the floor became slippery with bug spray and cockroach corpses.
So I was standing there in my flannel nightgown, juggling bug spray, an oven mitt, and a pair of tongs, while sliding around like an ice skater in my high heels, scared to death that I might fall and be covered with bug-spray-covered bug bodies.
But what could I do? Husband had left for work.
It was up to me to save the the world, I mean the house, from this scourge.
It took me almost an hour to remove, squash, spray, and destroy the entire cockroach complex.
Previously, I had never in my life even seen a cockroach. I was proud that I had stepped up (and stepped down) and done what had to be done. I never saw one again.
(The roaches had ridden home from the store in the folds of the paper grocery bags. From then on, I responded, "Plastic" to the question, "Paper or plastic?")
Many years later, when I moved to Raleigh, I self-diagnosed a disorder: PTCD: Post-Traumatic-Cockroach Disorder. All the will, the energy, and the skill needed to decimate those cockroaches were all used up in that long hour many years ago.
Now, in the extremely rare instances I’ve seen cockroaches here in the South, I can’t handle it and scream like a 2-year-old. If I can’t find dear sweet husband to do the dirty deed, I find a broom or anything that will keep me as far away from the horrid bug and smash it repeatedly until it is dead, screaming and alarming the dogs all the while.
The End
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Originally Posted by Sonorio
Hello there.
When I moved into my rental house, I encountered cockroaches. It was a shocking and unpleasant first experience for me but people on this forum say that it's pretty normal around here.
So I've been hosing the place with bug spray, not wanting to really set up until I got ahead of the bugs. That seems to be happening now, but I'm wondering whether it's because I made my living space so toxic that they don't want to be here or whether cockroaches have gone out of season -- hibernating or flying south for the winter or whatever.
I'm afraid to ask but should I expect the ebb to end in Spring?
Thanks
S
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