The other night, myself and another unit responded to a 'welfare check' call. Seems the daughter of the woman living at the address hadn't been able to contact her all day.
The other officer arrived first and was beating on the door, shouting out 'Police!'. No answer. So...I go around back and find the back door open. I radioed for the officer in front to come around back.
Shining my light inside before entering, I turned to my friend and said 'You'll want a shower after leaving here.' He replied 'Why?'. I opened the door a bit more and played my light around the kitchen.
The floor was literally MOVING...with roaches! They were streaming up and down the walls...across the ceiling....a loaf of bread on the counter seemed ALIVE, so many roaches were scurrying in and out of a hole in its side.
We entered farther, weapons drawn....the house smelling of rotting garbage....roaches crunching under our feet, clearing the house room by room. We came to the last room, finding the door shut. I tell my buddy that I don't really want to open the door...but do. Shining our lights inside the room, we see a pair of feet protruding from beneath a blanket on the bed.
My buddy shouts 'Police!' one last time. To our surprise, the woman in the bed SITS UP and says 'Whaaa...?'
Orkin could have spent a WEEK in that house....and STILL not have killed all the roaches! How can people LIVE like that?!?
[ 10-01-2001: Message edited by: shooter1201 ]
The other officer arrived first and was beating on the door, shouting out 'Police!'. No answer. So...I go around back and find the back door open. I radioed for the officer in front to come around back.
Shining my light inside before entering, I turned to my friend and said 'You'll want a shower after leaving here.' He replied 'Why?'. I opened the door a bit more and played my light around the kitchen.
The floor was literally MOVING...with roaches! They were streaming up and down the walls...across the ceiling....a loaf of bread on the counter seemed ALIVE, so many roaches were scurrying in and out of a hole in its side.
We entered farther, weapons drawn....the house smelling of rotting garbage....roaches crunching under our feet, clearing the house room by room. We came to the last room, finding the door shut. I tell my buddy that I don't really want to open the door...but do. Shining our lights inside the room, we see a pair of feet protruding from beneath a blanket on the bed.
My buddy shouts 'Police!' one last time. To our surprise, the woman in the bed SITS UP and says 'Whaaa...?'
Orkin could have spent a WEEK in that house....and STILL not have killed all the roaches! How can people LIVE like that?!?

[ 10-01-2001: Message edited by: shooter1201 ]
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