So here I was sitting in the chair in the living room
and my little Chickpea was laying on the floor very comfortable and happy, preening away, as she loves to do in the evening. Happy chirps as I am talking to her
. Good night. All of the sudden she starts making this weird sound... Kind of like a low girgle, but a growl...
I thought something was wrong
I've never heard her make this sound before. I look over at her and she's staring intently at some object I can't see.. Maybe chickens are like dogs, and can see ghosts? She continues on with her weird growling sound, but she hasn't gotten up, and is still just laying there. I thought she was in distress, so I got down on the floor, and she stands up. But her eyes are locked in on this thing, like a mean scowl, she never looks at me this way. I give her food, she "loves" me, lol.
Well I start scanning the room at her eye level to try and see what's going on. She obviously is very upset that something is in her space. Well I back up on my knees a little, and BAM! Out of no where! This GIANT... FLYING... BROWN... UGLY... DIGUSTING... TWO INCH... FLYING... ROACH!!!!! FLYING!!! Right at me!!!!
So I do the only thing I can think of.... Leave my poor little chicken inside to battle this thing and book it outside as fast as I can
Well, after a good minute or so, standing shoeless on the porch and realizing my phone is in the house as well so I can call wake up my mother for some moral support in my time of need I realized I had to go back in... So I soldiered on and ran up stairs to get my lame little fly swatter that doesn't even compare to this creature... And decided to call a friend instead of waking my mother
I told him my dillema.. And he says, "Why don't you put your chicken by it and see if she'll kill it?" Well I'm certain if Chickpea was going to kill it she'd had already done so.. She's standing on the opposite end of the room looking at me like, "Mom, why is that still there? Gross" What a great feather child. I need to teach her to battle these things and win.
Well finally suggests that I get a glass or a jar and trap it? Why didn't I think of that?!?! So I go get the only mason jar I know I have in the kitchen and come back to the living room. It's GONE!!!!
I have NO idea where this gross little creature has gone
Except in my house
After a good minute or so of looking I find it again... It took me a good minute or so to get close enough to it, but I did it!! I captured the beast!!
However I am now afraid to open the jar for fear that it some straight into face, so it's now got a home on the kitchen counter, I think I'll take the jar out to the garden so it can look at my weeds for it's final couple weeks, and then I'll give to the worms in the compost...
Moral of the story? I need to stop being such a girl about huge giant bugs when my beautiful husband isn't home... And teach Chickpea to be a killer...
I know, I know, I've already had a post about roaches before, and I live in Hawaii so I just need to take in the beauty and deal with a gross bug here and there. I'm not complaining this time.. Really.. Just recounting a tale of heroism
Here she is relaxing on the couch after such an ordeal


I thought something was wrong

Well I start scanning the room at her eye level to try and see what's going on. She obviously is very upset that something is in her space. Well I back up on my knees a little, and BAM! Out of no where! This GIANT... FLYING... BROWN... UGLY... DIGUSTING... TWO INCH... FLYING... ROACH!!!!! FLYING!!! Right at me!!!!

So I do the only thing I can think of.... Leave my poor little chicken inside to battle this thing and book it outside as fast as I can


I told him my dillema.. And he says, "Why don't you put your chicken by it and see if she'll kill it?" Well I'm certain if Chickpea was going to kill it she'd had already done so.. She's standing on the opposite end of the room looking at me like, "Mom, why is that still there? Gross" What a great feather child. I need to teach her to battle these things and win.

Well finally suggests that I get a glass or a jar and trap it? Why didn't I think of that?!?! So I go get the only mason jar I know I have in the kitchen and come back to the living room. It's GONE!!!!







Moral of the story? I need to stop being such a girl about huge giant bugs when my beautiful husband isn't home... And teach Chickpea to be a killer...
I know, I know, I've already had a post about roaches before, and I live in Hawaii so I just need to take in the beauty and deal with a gross bug here and there. I'm not complaining this time.. Really.. Just recounting a tale of heroism

Here she is relaxing on the couch after such an ordeal

