Why Is There A Roach In My Hair?
I recently had the extreme pleasure of reading A Camping We Will Go on mentalmom02’s blog My one complaint is that it woke memories that I would rather have left quietly gathering dust and spiderwebs in a hidden nook of my mind. Unfortunately, now that the memory is in the front and center it looks like I will have to blog about it and subject you, Gentle Reader, to the horror of it all.
Before you get too freaked out, just keep in mind that it was a long time ago so roaches may not be that big any more, but I’m pretty sure they still fly.
OK….my late husband and I had been living together for about a year and had decided to get married. I’m still not sure how the marriage decision was made. I do know that there was no knee bending. Just, one day, we were making plans for a wedding and it didn’t seem to be for any of our friends so …..we were the only ones left, it had to be us.
As a wedding gift to ourselves we decided to put the cart before the horse and do the Honeymoon first with our location of choice being Florida. Not just anyplace in Florida, oh no! We were going to have our Honeymoon in the Keys where we had met four years earlier.
Did you know that 40 years ago (did I really just say that??) you could hop in your car, drive to the Florida Keys in January and find a room without a reservation? There were no expressways to Key West back then. The bridges were barely wide enough for two delivery trucks to pass, and motor home repair shops made their living on retired half-blind motor home drivers who almost made it though the gauntlet of the concrete-sided bridges.
The plan was to drive down and stay somewhere near Long Key for a month while exploring the area, then drive to my parent’s home in north Florida for our wedding, and I have to say the plan worked beautifully. Without bothering to book a reservation anywhere, we drove until we saw a place that looked nice, rented it for a month, and unpacked the car into it.
Our efficiency unit was so beautiful! Inside and out it was redwood in a chalet design with soaring cathedral ceilings and an open floor plan. There was an 8′ high wall that divided the kitchen from the bedroom and above it was open all the way to the soaring beamed ceiling.
The night we moved into the motel.
Did I mention that I am an avid reader? or that I’m somewhat compulsive when it comes to finishing a chapter before closing the book? I have to mention that. Otherwise you, Gentle Reader, will think the Honeymoon was over before it started when I tell you that my fiance watched some TV then headed off to bed but I, of course, was “in the middle of a chapter” so I was staying up to finish it. He turned off lights as he went to bed until the only illumination was the lamp in my corner of the living room.
I sat there for a good 10 minutes, happily reading about something or other when I heard what sounded like a B52 Bomber approaching from my 4:00 position. I barely had time to lift my head to see what the noise was when I was hit broadside smack in the head by a flying roach that must have been born when dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Now, before I go any further, I should tell you that this was back in the days when I had waist-length hair that I was fond of braiding. Often I would wash my hair and braid it before it dried. The next day I would spend an hour taking the braids out and running my fingers through the gnarly knots to create as much volume as possible. It was the white Afro look. Kind of the opposite of Cher. I took the braids out of my hair about 3 hours earlier in the day and my ‘Afro’ was in full, glorious bloom.
So…. giant prehistoric roach flies across the room, zeroing in on the light, and as he flew my head lifted just in time to capture him in mid-flight. At that point in time I wasn’t really sure what had hit me and thought it might be a very noisy moth so I reached up to try to brush it off my head, but what should I encounter but a hard, crusty something that seemed to be trying to dig its way down to my scalp.
Needless to say, I let out a blood curdling scream the very volume of which lifted my poor, innocently slumbering soon-to-be husband a full foot off the bed wondering if the local air raid warning siren was malfunctioning. A second scream of almost equal intensity and the sound of someone being severely beaten brought him running to the living room in his underwear with a slipper in one hand and a toothbrush in the other–obviously well prepared to fend off the most fearsome of intruders.
Now, this is where it gets complicated.
Imagine being wakened from a deep, restful sleep by a blood curdling scream, grabbing whatever was at hand to fend off monsters or aliens, rushing in the semi-dark to save your beautiful princess with the long wavy hair……only to find her apparently trying to beat her own head off with a book. She’s gone completely stark raving mad!’ …… is the first thought in your head, followed closely by, ‘Thank goodness the wedding is next week!’
Fortunately my future husband was a quick thinker so he immediately grabbed the book, pinned my arms to my side, threw me to the floor and sat on me. Since I was still screaming incoherently he started smoothing my hair down and making soothing noises. That was when he felt something large and hard digging it’s awkward and tangled way toward my head like some alien brain-eating invader. Happily, his entrance from the darkened bedroom meant that he could see pretty good-by the light of the one lamp and he could see the shape of the insect……
Oh….did I mention that he had a horrible aversion to insects? That he slept with a trailer sized can of RAID next to the bed? Being the gentleman that he was, he stopped just short of spraying my hair full of insecticide, although he did reach for the can on the counter. I’m still not sure if it was my near comatose whimpering or the fact that he would have to let go of me to reach it that stopped him in mid-stretch. Instead, he bent closer and, still sitting on me, carefully disentangled the monolithic insect until he could lift if from my hair with my book and squash it between the pages. Then he flung the book across the room.
Before letting me up he made me look at him and repeat back to him that I was OK and there was no bug in my hair. To this day, if I’m up alone reading after dark there are two lights on in the room and the one farthest from me is the brightest.
In case you’re wondering, the book was ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’ by Robert Heinlein. It was hard cover and went out in the garbage the next day–complete with squashed bug. A month later, as a wedding gift, I received a brand new copy from my brand new husband. The note inside said,
‘To Princess with Love, Dragonslayer’
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Thanks for linking me in!! And your story is hilarious!! Sigh reminds me of myself lol. And yes the roaches are still as big if you’re wondering 🙂
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LOL! I couldn’t get the memories out of my head so finally just had to write it down. I was hoping the really big ones had …. I don’t know, evaporated or something. I guess they’re pretty much indestructable.
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This is Florida. The roaches here are 2 inches long and fly at you when they get mad (actually, they’re palmetto bugs and just as annoying but a roach by any other name…).
I laughed all the way through this! It brought back memories of living in South Florida, going into the kitchen in the middle of the night, turning on the light, and screaming at the herd scampering from the sink into the walls. My mother used Raid back then, too (I have this mental movie of a roach drenched in Raid using a scrub brush as he happily bathes in it). When I lived in the mid-west, I bought 10 pounds of potatoes, placed them on the floor, and a roach scampered out of it. Of course, I sprayed with Raid but 3 months later the place was infested. I told my husband (#2) I’d get some Black Flag and he said (with ample sarcasm), “Those sprays worked so well for your parents. Call the exterminator.” That was the only thing that worked. Smart man.
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There are so many more of them than there are of us, and they are so much better designed to live on planet Earth, that I think we are destined to have one tangled in our hair every so often.
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Thanks Vickie for that trip. There’s no accident about V W being named “beetle.” Also your hair was the attraction, not the light or a toaster.
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Hi Florence! Do you really thing that throwback from the days of the dinosaur was planning to nest in my hair??!!? Ugh!!
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Well told Vickie. By the way, I like your dragon slayer’s style. And I share your dread of the dinosaur threat. The book in the garbage and the wedding gift cracked me up!
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Thanks Larry. It’s a true story, and still hard to believe that I actually tried to knock an insect out of my hair with a hard cover book.
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I once got a red wasp stuck in my “fro”. I was cursed with a curly mop that confused the wasp. He fought frantically as I ran around the room screaming bloody murder. I suppose people with pretty straight hair don’t have this problem. My Father always said I had “kind” hair. The kind that grows on a dogs butt.
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Funny! My hair was naturally heavy and wavy unless I braided it. That was 40 years ago. Now if I don’t iron it It looks naturally braided. How the heck did that happen??
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Is anybody REALLY comfortable when BIG UGLY bugs get ‘upclose and personal’? I think not! Being a longtime fisherman, my ‘bug nemisis’ is the big hairy dock spiders that must grow for YEARS before showing themselves. I’ve damn near jumped in the lake a few times!…
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Don’t know how on earth I missed this comment when it was first made. Adding this comment to the other one about spiders I think I’m going to have to write that spider story after all. And, by the way, wolf spiders are very hairy, too.
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You are hilarious. I’m happy to report I NEED to follow your blog. The fact that you have been married 40 years is a point in your favor, because I like maturity in writers. Of course, I must point out I’ve been married 47 years…to the same man….so I’m either demented or I win. Or both. I’m nominating you for the Liebster Award. That’s in my post tomorrow Aug 26. That’s http://mylifewithwieners.wordpress.com
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Why thank you so much! And thanks for stopping in and leaving a comment. I love ‘likes’ but the true measure of how much someone likes a post is whether they take the time to leave a comment. But an award! That’s awesome! I’m heading straight over to see what it’s all about! Thanks again….. (sound of feet running…..)
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Oh my gosh, this was so funny. It also reminded me of my honeymoon in FL (many, many years ago). We got to use the home of a retired friend of my dad’s. He was really old, deaf and used a walker. As I was unpacking, I opened the top drawer of the guest room dresser and a Palmetto bug lumbered out of the drawer and fell to the floor. My screams brought my new hubby and old Elmo, who humped in behind his walker and proceeded to squash the gigantic insect with a tennis ball covered leg.
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LOL!! I bet your heart rate didn’t slow down for days! I think everyone in Florida has a really great roach story. Those palmetto bugs are really something – they stink too! Thanks for stopping in and leaving a comment.
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Great story. Yep, we called them Palmetto bugs and you could skewer them with a barbeque fork. I had a pet gecko who lived behind the fridge during the day and feasted on the Palmettos after dark. Nature’s way…
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Maybe I should have a gecko. Would my cats eat it?
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When I lived in Miami my cat would constantly bring in the little green lizards to play with. Gruesome. It should be a large Gecko.
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Some say that we, Canadians, have a different sense of humour than Americans, but this story translates seamlessly, funny in any country I’m sure. Very very funny and heart warming. Thanks for the laugh.
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Thanks Kelly, fortunately I have feet in both Canada and the US so I probably have the advantage of being able to see things from both sides of the border. But, as you say, the situational comedy (along with the horror) of having a roach in your hair is something that translates to funny with a touch of horror in any language. I’m really glad you enjoyed the story….it seems that my life is pretty loaded with humor and surprise endings. LOL!
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David, I think I’m going to have to stick with medium-sized dogs as pets for the cats….yesterday one of them brought me a very large squirrel to cook for dinner. I think it was meant as a gift, but it was missing an arm….and one of them was guarding it….UGH!
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Fabulous story, Princess! I can relate on many levels but for me, it’s spiders. *shivers*
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Thanks for stopping in and looking around!
Speaking of spiders, I should write the story about the gigantic spider in the barn loft. Or the story of my very good friend tearing around the yard and then zooming out the driveway and down the road on a riding lawn mower because she was being chased by a spider. Yep…definitely my next story.
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