AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh - return of the bugs!

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This morning, I picked up a CD from a friend who is late riser so last night I told her to put the CD in her letterbox and I would grab it from there rather than wake her up. I looked in her letter box and there's a dark plastic bag with there with my name on it so I grabbed it. I'm about 5 minutes down the road when I looked down at the bag and it's moving! I don't know why, but I decided to have slightly closer look so I opened the top of the bag and out come cockroaches - maybe half a dozen or more, who knows how many? Now I'm driving with the bag slightly open and I can see there's more roaches - lots more of them - still in the bag.

About this point, one of them finally figures that there's some fresh meat in the car - me - and runs up my trouser leg!

[viewpoint of passing motorist]car swerves violently to the side of the road - short fat middle-aged man leaps out - much squealing - vigorous jumping up and down - slapping at his left knee[/viewpoint of passing motorist]

I'm still not sure if I've got all the scurrying little bastards out of my car yet - I think I may be walking home tonight!

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Hmmmm, "you seem to be attractive to small, multi-legged beasties" - I'm desperately trying to think of a way turning this "attraction" into an advantage for me and failing What about The Roach Hunter (make a career out of poking roaches, waiting for them to attack me and then commenting breathlessly on how dangerous they are, maybe?) or perhaps The Roach Piper of Perth?

Nope, neither of those are working for me - guess I'll just have to stick to having the living crap scared out of me!