Today I write to you for the first time and want to talk about my first experience dealing with pests. Around the age of twelve, my parents decided to leave East Brunswick, NJ and moved to New Brunswick, NJ to a spacious, two bedrooms, and one bathroom apartment. What impressed my mother the most was how the natural light flooded the living room and dining area. She was sold at first sight.
No one could prepare the entire family, especially my mother who all her life prided herself as being super clean. Roaches in a Spanish home is like having (El Diablo) the Devil himself in your kitchen. At first we saw a few roaches near the sink that seemed to multiply as the days past. They would scatter when turning on the lights but as their number grew so did their roach cojones. After a few weeks and emboldened by numbers, they stopped running altogether acting as if we were the ones encroaching on their space. My mom took action; she began praying to Jesus, pleading for the removal of the eleventh plague from our kitchen.
I knew prayers could only take us so far, so I convinced my parents to visit a local hardware store. This initiative earned me the family’s official Supply Manager title. From that day on, due to my parent’s language barrier, I was in charge of selecting all pest products. I went in overkill mode and bought everything the leading brand had to offer from spray to gel baits. The instructions in the back were like zeros and ones, expecting me to do an effective treatment with just three pictures as a guide. I found out they were not enough, did not know what I was doing but I understood the roaches’ eradication had to happen by any means necessary. I laid sixteen of the roach bait stations everywhere including a couple inside the stove near the burners. I sealed every crack in my path, turning the gel bait syringe into a caulk gun. I emptied an entire insecticide spray can in the kitchen. Visibility went from one hundred percent to zero in a matter of seconds. The thick cloud that lingered in the kitchen reminded me of the times I have taken extremely hot showers in very cold winter days. It was the perfect case of good pest treatment gone bad, out of the two parties I was the only one practically dropping dead.
Thinking about my first treatment, I realize the multiple mistakes made that day. It was not necessary to caulk the entire kitchen with gel bait since roaches don’t eat buffet style. Small amounts every twelve inches would have been sufficient. Bait stations next to the burners. Well its self-explanatory and borderline reckless. The cloud that hovered in the kitchen and eventually escaping thru the living room’s open windows was a huge mistake, potentially cross contaminating the other two treatments. Spraying is usually a stand-alone treatment, leaving any other treatment for the following day or soon after.
Even though I made some mistakes, we experienced relief about two weeks after the initial. I continued with bait treatment until their disappearance. I wish in those days I knew about a proper way to apply pest products and wearing protective gear since for a couple of days everything I ate had a little insecticide flava to it.
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