Ep. 33: Daniel v. The Rogue Roach ft. Guadalajara 🩋

Hey folks! Welcome back, welcome back! It is my purest intention, that where and whenever you might find yourself reading this—YOU ARE AT PEACE 💛

The last photo I took in P.V., from my balcony this morning! 🌞

I am coming to you now from Guadalajara Jalisco, Mexico. ✈

The roaches and I got into a minor disagreement last night—and they forced my hand. So, I did what any sane person would do: I got the hell outta there!

Last night started out like any other night—believe me, I had no intention of getting into an altercation with my crawly neighbors. It was all sunshine and rainbows, until one of them decided to cross the boarder into my territory, i.e,, the wall next to where I lay my head.

“Unacceptable”, I said to myself. Luckily I was able to snag some bug-spray the night before; I was prepared this time
or so I thought.

So, there I was, minding my own business, as per usshh—and boom, Fred, or whatever the hell his name was, crawled out from behind the shelf next to by bed. I quickly crunched him in between the wall and the shelf.

“Well, at least that one was easier than the last
”, I said encouragingly to myself.

THEN BOOM, Fred’s girlfriend, or boyfriend—believe me, I don’t judge—made an untimely appearance, and then bolted under my bed. I followed suit and lit him up with some insecticide—slow, but ultimately effective. I found then belly up in my bed last night, betwixt my shirts, pants and sheets (strewn on the bed from a fit of chaos)

Let me tell you something—they don’t play fair—he hit me where I was most vulnerable. Well, needless to say, I slept a total of 2 hours last night.

Unable to track down this roach under my bed—I canceled my booking at 1am—Ana, from Airbnb was VERY polite—and agreed that I did the wise thing. Apparently Ana doesn’t like roaches either—SCORE.

Two cups of coffee in, at 2:30am, I booked the first cheapest plane ticket, headed to any new place I hadn’t been yet. So here I am—adrenaline still in my system, caffeine, and sugar in tow. 2 hours on deck—LETS FUCKING GO.

Oh, p.s. FREE PALESTINE! đŸ‡”đŸ‡ž Or, I put you down with the roaches! đŸȘł

PEACE OUT!

Daniel

About the Author: 

Daniel is a 29-year-old, and self-proclaimed traveler, energy-worker, caregiver, activist, and long-time foodie. He enjoys spending time in nature, going for long road-trips, meditating, and spending time with his friends and family.

He finds purpose through his day-job as a caregiver—and is in the process of completing an Associate Degree in Human Services. While concurrently enrolled in classes, and caregiving, Daniel is working towards opening a Non-Profit Charity: Love Gives—whose mission statement is: “Love In Action”, aimed at providing Direct-Cash Payments to those In-Crisis (ie. unhoused, hungry, veterans, recovering-individuals, abuse-survivors). If you are interested in working with, or making a donation, please email: love.gives@outlook.com and find them on 

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