So, a few weeks ago, after I had frantically raced to get the garbage out as I heard the garbage men coming, I returned to my dishwashing station to look down at my side to find this creature. I really cringe looking him alive, reliving it, eewww!...needless to say, this was the last shot of him in the flesh. Of course it's a him. I wouldn't be scared like that over a girl. I think all cockroaches must be males. I give my apologies for sharing him with you and hope you don't start constantly scanning your floors for the next few weeks like I did. I am happy to report that there have been no further sitings and that I have come to the conclusion (due to it's size, antenna's, and convenient arrival upon leaving my doors open-)that this was an outside roach(and if you know differently please don't tell me). Since I usually go on and on about how much I love my life and everything is nearly perfect, I thought you might enjoy hearing about something not so ideal.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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3 comments:
Eeeeeek! We used to see those in Arizona--and I never got used to how gross they are!
Sara, I thought we were never going to mention that again! YUCK! I'm glad you haven't seen any more!
UGH! I guess one is better than my infestation of earwigs! They were in a batch of pine needles that our apt. complex uses for mulch! It took me FOREVER to get rid of them, and I still see one once in a great while! Ewww gross!!
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