Let me preface this with: I'm not a good bug person.
Over the last 2 weeks we have had 3 spiders in our apartment. I hate spiders, but I dealt with it. Tuesday night I found 2 more and these little weavle looking things, kinda like centipedes that were around my cats dish. Um, GROSS. She's like 15 in ppl years, she doesn't need help getting sick. So I told DH that I wasn't sleeping in the apartment again until he bug bombed.
Well he did yesterday.
When we got home the entire kitchen floor was FILLED with these little centipede things.
There are big bugs upstairs. It totally grossed me out at the thought of having to clean these up, but they are dead and not crawling on me at night, so I'll do it.
WELL, I started cleaning up the kitchen and with one swipe of the broom, I found out that NONE of these lil creatures are dead!!

How the H#$% did they LIVE through bug bombing!???! So we are bombing AGAIN right now. God, I hope they are dead.
