Don't hate me.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Roach
When we lived in Seattle, a favorite haunt of ours was the Tropical House at the Woodland Park Zoo. There was an exhibit of Brazilian Cockroaches that would absolutely make your skin crawl, even if you were a bug lover. Well, suckahs, I don't need to shell out cold, hard cash anymore to see giant, creepy, crawly bugs. I just have to wait for them to crawl out of my shower drain.
Don't hate me.
Don't hate me.
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Welcome to my world....ain't it lovely? BLECH! Maybe you could some Raid down the drain at bedtime?
Shannon, I totally thought of you when I was screaming for Mitch to come kill it.
Your life is dreamy.
OK, I said sweet and then we had a monster roach -- probably one vacationing from Brazil or Malawi -- come scooting out the shower drain of the only working shower in the house when my teenage daughter really needed to shower. Spent 30 minutes giggling while my two kids tried to contain and catch him (lots of shouting, coordinating, and occasional scream and bail moments until they gave up). Hubs wasn't home, so I got the honors of ending the siege.
Blech!
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