If you're a cockroach and I evict you I'm not going to throw your stuff in the dumpster...

Goodbye Henry.
Good riddance.
*sigh*
I'll be seeing the new "Henry" on Monday, I'm sure.
You see, Henry is the cockroach that lives in the bathroom at work. Or, rather, "Henry" is the cockroaches that live in the bathroom at work. We only seem to see them one at a time and though we've killed several... well... like I said, I'll be seeing the next Henry on Monday, I'm sure.
Henry is about and inch and a quarter long.
Henry makes Alin the Bean climb the desk like a beanstalk.
I was minding my own business, taking out the trash, when I found Henry tonight. Under the trash can. In a corner where a small plastic cup was the only thing I could reach him with. I quickly decided that the plastic cup was a bad idea.
When I was a kid I wouldn't have hesitated to catch an inch and a quarter long cockroach in a translucent plastic cup using nothing but my hands and a magazine. But there's something about becoming a woman that does away with that complacency towards creepy crawlies. And the Bean's screaming didn't help put me at ease much either. I even yelled at her to stop screaming, to which she replied with, "Ok. Aaaaaaaghhhhh!!!".
"Ok, ok, I have an idea" she finally said, "give me that trash can, you scare him out into the middle of the room here and I'll trap him under it!" I didn't say what I was thinking ("Really. I don't think you could successfully throw a ball onto the floor right now...") and I handed the trash can up to her (she was standing on an office chair).
So, I squirmed and swatted at Henry with the magazine, which was quite affective in making him run straight at me and getting Alin to scream some more... or maybe that was me... hm... After a few headless chicken type turns about the room Henry dove to safety in the dark, dusty, corner beside the jeweler's bench.
We gave up the chase. We couldn't see him anymore so we felt better, though, it was still a bit disturbing that he was out of the bathroom. Henry never ventures out of the bathroom. Never.
About ten minutes later something possessed me to clean out that dark, dusty, corner beside the jeweler's bench. Hm, metal shelves, interesting. Ooh, ring stock forms from 2008, wonder if they remember that's missing. What the heck? a roll of brown paper. Nothing else in the corner but dust. Uh oh. Where's Henry??? Then I remembered the brown paper. I pointed my theory out to Alin. She was down from the chair, but squirmed none the less. We stood there for a moment considering what we could do about it. I considered just carrying the paper down the way to the garbage shoot. But what if Henry wasn't even in there and I just waisted a good roll of brown paper? Or, what if Henry was in there and decided to come out on the way to the garbage shoot? I don't think I'd like that very much. *lightbulb!* I had it! I told Alin the plan and she opened up a trash bag and held it very, very, gingerly, so as to hardly touch it at all (I don't blame her for what I was about to do). I carefully picked the paper roll up by one and and violently shook the other end above the garbage bag.
*pause* This is the point where our story comes to a climax, so naturally, there is music in the background, ours was Alin's screams and squeals... *play*
Sure enough, out came Henry. Right into the garbage bag. Score one for the little girls dancing on their toes. The next ten seconds or so was a whirlwind rush of the bag switching hands and then a secure knot being tied in the top, followed by my hasty departure to the garbage shoot with our dear Henry suffocating in my hand ( I SO hope he was suffocating!).
Henry is now in cockroach heaven. Or, as Alin said, unfortunately he's not. But I bet he thinks he is... lot'sa garbage down that garbage shoot...
Samia