Every year at Columbia I have had a close encounter with some kind of pest. I thought that this year might be the exception. WRONG.
Freshman year, Carman: I get off the elevator and am greeted in the lounge to news that I have a roach. Fantastic. In my room, my roommate and floormate pal are staring at the wall (It apparently ran up the wall and into the drawers). I start freaking out and yelling at floormate pal to take all the drawers out and dig through them. For some reason he felt really uncomfortable rustling through my t-shirts, which only made the high-pressure situation worse.
It was nowhere to be found, and we had to sleep knowing that it was probably inside our walls.
