That's Disguisting

I hate roaches. I mean really hate them. Bring on the spiders, crickets and potato bugs. I can deal with them. But roaches are probably my biggest enemy. Seriously. So when I saw two roaches in my house, I immediately called Bill, my pest control guy (Ben likes to remind me that it's pest control, not total and complete pest elimination, but I will spray until either the bugs or I am dead). My friend Emma and her little girl were at my house when he came. We were sitting on the couch talking when my phone rang. It was Bill, and this is what he said: "Do NOT open your front door whatever you do. If you have to leave, exit through the garage. " Then he told me he had found a huge roach nest in my front yard, and that roaches were running for their lives. I started yelling, "keep spraying, keep spraying, do not stop spraying" as I rushed to the front door and starting smashing the roaches that crawled under it. It was easily one of the most horrible moments of my entire life. Once they started to die, I took a picture of the porch because, even though I hate roaches, I also have a gross fascination with them (you can watch some crazy roach foggings on youtube). This picture is just a small view of what is covering my ENTIRE porch. I had to show you the picture because I know you wanted to see it. You really did.