Friday, June 15, 2007

La Cocaracha

My darling Hubby has known me for quite some time now. We have been married for over 13 years for Pete's sake. How in the world is it, that he doesn't know I. Don't. Handle. Roaches.

Since we moved into this lovely little neighborhood, we have seen more roaches than in any of our other houses in 13 years. I've been told it's just part of living in this part of town. Old houses, big trees.

I do my part, I have the bug guy come every 4 weeks during the summer to make sure we aren't infiltrated by these little, creepy crawlies.

Ugh! Just the thought of them, dead or alive makes me shiver!!

Since Bug Guy was here on Wednesday, we have seen a few trying to save themselves but pretty much dying. This is completely normal, said the Bug Guy. The spray always pushes them out for the first couple of days. By the way, if you need to know anything about roaches, I'm your Gal. I've learned way too much about them in the past year.

Hubby, for the last 2 nights has been rudely awakened, I'll admit, to my shrills of "ROACH, ROACH." Last night he even whipped out the "you are 32 years old." Yes I am, but that little bastard was dead just a minute ago and came back to life and crawled into our bedroom.

I may be 32 years old, but I have a vagina and people with vagina's don't have to touch roaches!

2 comments:

random_mommy said...

Amen. It is an automatic exemption.

And I'm taking the trash out now too.... what's going on here??

Yankee Belle said...

'Cock-a-roaches' (as I call them) are a reminder to me that the devil does exist.