When you enter your bedroom after a long day away and find a mostly dead cockroach lying tummy-side-up in the middle of your floor, you have to ask yourself a lot of questions:
Did he fall from the ceiling?
Did another creature catch him and leave him for dead?
Is he faking it?
Which shoe do I sacrifice to ensure it’s dead?
After a mostly flawless first four weeks at home, I have dealt with three of these buggers in the last 24 hours. Which begs the question...where did they all come from?
Re-adopting my mantra from NOLA Fall Break Clean-Up 2006: “they cannot hurt me...they cannot hurt me...they cannot hurt me!”
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