I wasn't going to write anything about the cockroaches because I didn't want to come across as a wuss, but I have never been one to keep my word and last night was a bit ridiculous. The little buggers are just a fact of life here and they seem to stay out of the bedroom, so I don't mind them too much. I have even gotten over them to some extent. They don't bother me too much anymore. However, they are still big and gross and last night was just stupid.
Carrie and I were having a hot tub outside and came inside to get ready for bed. I am walking into the bathroom and Carrie says, "watch out!" Too late: I stepped right on one of those little bastards! With my bare foot! It was so sick, but had this happened a couple weeks ago I would have probably coughed up my heart. Like I did last month when I was taking out the recycling to find a two inch one on my arm! Who needs a defibrillator? (Yes, I had to look up how to spell that.)
Oh well, what worse could possibly happen with cockroaches than that?
Pics to come! (Joking)
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