I blame my mother.
I'm on vacation and I'm sick.
What a rip off.
As I've been laying around my house the last couple of days, I've been brainstorming about all of the magnificent home projects I want to do when I win the PowerBall: new windows, add a bathroom, redo the kitchen, create a proper laundry room...
laundry -- oh, crap -- and then I remembered I left wet laundry in the washing machine.
My washer and dryer are currently in the garage. Stylish, I know...
I lumber outside, laundry basket in hand, ready to do the switch over, and I see it -- a freaking cockroach. A DEAD cockroach lying on the floor of my garage.
Holy crap.Nooooooooooo! All I need is another freakin' infestation in my house.
I've had a couple of previous experiences with cockroaches in my life...
FLASHBACK
The first -- occurred when I was a senior in college (paying $175 / month for rent, thank you very much). I was awoken one night by three lovely cockroaches in my room. They loved to run behind my Charlie Chaplin poster.
I killed them.
I ruined the poster.
My second memorable cockroach experience happened when I lived in Arizona. I saw it crawling on my bathroom counter.I freaked.
I killed it by squirting it with Windex.
Ingenious? I think so.
END FLASHBACK
May the cockroaches stay far from your home.
-- This Single Gal
2 comments:
My cat thought it very important to bring the cockroach he found into the lounge room so I could share in his discovery. He then decided that the roach should be allowed to run free... straight under the TV unit. I grabbed my can of outdoor insect spray (all I had in the house) and waited... when it appeared I started spraying it and instead of it running away from me the bloody thing ran straight at me!!! I ended up dropping a brick on the damn thing.
I hate roaches.
Bricks are good. Next one I see. Splat.
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