The perils of living in New York....
Austin's (our cat) litter box is a constant struggle to keep clean and odor-free, considering I suh-wear to fucking god that cat shits like 6 times a day and who knows how many time he takes a leak. It seems like everytime I walk into my room he's on the fuckin' crapper.
So, the litter box was looking horrid, so I decide to clean it, which I've made sups easy by buying cat liners. There are your typical turds in the sand and then I notice A Giant Cockroach!!! all up in the mix.
I yanked Aaron out of his bed to look at this horror. We proceded to fight like sis and bro about cat litter duties.
I gently folded the liner in on itself sealing Cockroach Rex inside the bag.
The cat poop will probably transform him into mutant giant Cockroach Rex and then want revenge on me for almost killing him with cat shit (which I think it was eating).
Um, Yuck.
Other than that I don't really see roaches in the apartment. And I want to keep it that way.
So, the litter box was looking horrid, so I decide to clean it, which I've made sups easy by buying cat liners. There are your typical turds in the sand and then I notice A Giant Cockroach!!! all up in the mix.
I yanked Aaron out of his bed to look at this horror. We proceded to fight like sis and bro about cat litter duties.
I gently folded the liner in on itself sealing Cockroach Rex inside the bag.
The cat poop will probably transform him into mutant giant Cockroach Rex and then want revenge on me for almost killing him with cat shit (which I think it was eating).
Um, Yuck.
Other than that I don't really see roaches in the apartment. And I want to keep it that way.