Creepy crawlies
Just before bed last night, I found and killed a very small roach crawling on the bathroom floor. Bleugh. Our house isn't that dirty! I think that the wet, relatively cool weather we've had this year and the mild winter contributed to making DFW more habitable to them (and mosquitoes). Still: gross.
So about 3am this morning, I woke up (as still happens on occasion despite my earplugs), this time from a nightmare that I was stuck living at my grandma's again, and that the roaches had returned (they infested that house from my mom's youth until my 17th year). My uncle and mom and I were making plans to kill them, but they were both paralyzed with disgust and dismay the more we saw the things crawling around the house. My uncle sat down and seemed to have been sent into shock by the sight of a mythical white roach's dessicated form on a flyswatter I'd picked up to use as a weapon.
Back to reality: if I find those damn things anywhere near my kitchen cabinets, it is motherfucking war.
So about 3am this morning, I woke up (as still happens on occasion despite my earplugs), this time from a nightmare that I was stuck living at my grandma's again, and that the roaches had returned (they infested that house from my mom's youth until my 17th year). My uncle and mom and I were making plans to kill them, but they were both paralyzed with disgust and dismay the more we saw the things crawling around the house. My uncle sat down and seemed to have been sent into shock by the sight of a mythical white roach's dessicated form on a flyswatter I'd picked up to use as a weapon.
Back to reality: if I find those damn things anywhere near my kitchen cabinets, it is motherfucking war.