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by Dr Geek_Archive
So I am shaving yesterday morning, around 6:00am, when, from the corner of the mirror, I spot something small and brown crawling across the carpet. I quickly turn around and see . . . A FUCKING COCKROACH! Yuck! I quickly look around for an empty container with which to trap it, but to no avail. So instead I grab a handful of baby wipes and reach for it, with plans to throw it in the toilet and flush it away. I grab it the first time, but it wriggles away from the wipes and falls to the floor, about to get into my pants which are lying on the floor. I make another attempt at it and grab it! When I throw the wipes into the toilet, however, my aim is off and the wipes land on the side of the toilet, giving the cockroach an opportunity to flee. It lingers by the door way, I grab it, and chuck it into the toilet. When it hits the water, I see it move around, flailing it's feet. Then I flush. Paranoid, I run to the kitchen to make sure there are no other roaches. I want to make certain that it did not come from the kitchen or was attracted to food. When I make my way to the kitchen, I step on something sharp - a dried out blade of grass. I find two more. Seems the roach must have come in from the outside. Huge sigh of relief. I grab the boric acid and spray it all over the door frame. That sure woke me up.
What bugs me is that I keep my place extra clean, particularly the kitchen (everything extra sealed, no dirty dishes, no lingering water).
Then last night I find two crickets hopping around my place. Those nasty buggers!
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