"Cheryl" > wrote in message
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> On 7/13/2013 8:08 PM, Julie Bove wrote:
>
>> Yes! I have lived in apartments and lucky never any pests except for the
>> military housing in NY where we had squirrels and mice in the building.
>>
>> From what I gather, roaches are more common in hot, humid places and
>> they
>> are also fond of the wood and glue used in trailer houses. Eek!
>
> You're very lucky. There was a time in my life where I was down on my luck
> and had to stay with friends. I had to sleep on the floor of their kids
> room. I can remember waking up and finding huge roaches crawling on me,
> the floor, the blanket. It was disgusting. You could walk into the
> kitchen at any time of the night, turn on the light and they would scatter
> to all ends. Needless to say I had to find somewhere else to stay.

Oops! I think I did a blank reply!

My mother tells me stories of roaches at her sister's house. I was little
so don't remember. I do remember that they were not big on maintenance. I
can remember going into my cousin's room and being bothered by the light.
It didn't look right. I mentioned it and was told that there was a bulb
out. So now any time I enter a bedroom with a light bulb burned out, my
mind flashes back to that room!

My uncle was not a clean person himself. He did not bathe. I don't think
he ever bathed! I don't know how my aunt put up with him. Neither was a
small person and they slept together in a twin sized bed! He came to visit
me once and I wound up having to throw out the chair that he sat in. This
was in the days before Febreeze and there was nothing on the market at that
time (that I knew about anyway) that would take the body odor smell out. We
also took them out to eat and on a road trip. That was rather unpleasant.
At the time I had some kind of little perfume in my purse and I kept pulling
it out and sniffing it. And my dad stopped at any and all stores, historic
sites, anywhere that looked like we could get some air. Luckily for us,
something went wrong with his car on the way there. Radiator leak or
something. Right by a waterfall. We had some cups in the car and we took
turns filling cups and running them across the street to get enough water in
there to get us home.

Anyway the story was that we ate dinner at their house and my uncle sat at
the head of the table as is often common for men to do, or was in those
days. This would have been the early 1960's. He started passing the food
and when it got back to him, he put the bowls and plates on the floor. My
mom was horrified. She was even more horrified when they were clearing the
table to do with dishes. She said all these roaches went scurrying behind
the fridge as they entered. We never ate at their house again.