angryjew

It was a dark and stormy night.

No, not really.

It was a hot and dusty Thursday in Jerusalem.  They had just sprayed for cockroaches in the sewers of the building where my elderly great-uncle has an apartment.

My great-uncle and great-aunt, incidentally, will be making the trip to Israel in the next two weeks and have already given orders that the place should be ready for them to their angel of a daughter who lives right next door.

In any case, the sewers had been sprayed with pesticides, and hope was for the best.  But little did the residents know what evils would soon transpire within their expensive apartments, evils unimaginable by even the most deviant of psyches.

We went to the apartment, figuring the time was now to spray against possible stragglers that could find their way into the apartment somehow.  My cousin opened the door, and a stench thick like rotting carcasses billowed from the door.  Slowly, we attempted to enter, when on the floor we saw scattered everywhere;  cockroaches the size of my middle finger (I know the size of my middle finger well. I use it quite often).

In every room, in every corner, there was at least one of the overturned exoskeletons of the nauseating, vile creatures.  But from whence came the stench?

I moved a table in one room and a live one scurried out.  My horrified scream scared the daylights out of my cousin, who called me an idiot and accused me of trying to give her a heart attack.

We left the house and came back on Sunday in order to clean.  The stench was even more noxious.  In the immortal words of Toucan Sam, I followed my nose to the bathroom, where the most vile sight I’ve ever encountered in real-life awaited me, tearing my soul with the grossitating magnitude of its repulsiveness.

THEY CAME FROM THE TOILET.

Yes, that there, my dear readers, is a photo of tens of drowned cockroaches, who met their watery grave in a mad rush from the sewers they had once called home.  It seems the toilets of the building were a prime escape route, and from there, emerged the swarm of cockroaches to crawl and drip their offal (and the offal of other people) on every inch of the once immaculate floors and carpets.

The other picture is of what lay under the closet drawer….

In any case, again did I let out a scream when one of the cockroach corpses starting moving… but it was just some dust caught on the corpse, blowing in the wind…

yeeeeeech.

AND SOMEONE WAS ACTUALLY HOME WHEN IT STARTED HAPPENING IN THEIR HOUSE!!!

Can you imagine?  Sitting, doing your business, when all of a sudden………

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