This comic is about one of the risks of living in an apartment right downtown. As much as you bust your butt keeping things clean and ensuring there are no crumbs on the floor, there are some things that can’t be avoided.
My boyfriend and I are situated in a low-rise building nestled between a restaurant and a bar. We love everything about this place – the location, the exposed brick in the living room, the two storeys, the super nice landlords. Unfortunately, the unit below us recently got roaches, and a tenant who lives there warned me to keep an eye out for any bugs. Sure enough, I found one in my kitchen the next evening! The landlord had an exterminator come in right away, and he applied some kind of repellant paste to the backs of cupboards and the underside of shelving units (away from the cats). He said I might see a few more bugs before they die off or leave.
One night, I awoke around 2am to the sound of my cats batting at something on the floor and making the same “brrr brrr brrr” noises they make when they hear a dog outside. I sat up and looked at them, and they stopped. But when I turned the light out, all I heard was CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. I’m positive that Khaya, the grey cat above, had caught and eaten a roach.
So that was MY week.