Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Bugs
I’m being eaten alive. The mosquitos here are awfully hungry and have decided to dine upon my blood.
So, last night, I open the door to the backyard to go have a smoke when in darts a cockroach.
Now, I only fear paooki but this thing was the size of a Sherman tank and sprinted around the kitchen floor at approximately 50 mph! It was a tad unsettling, I must admit.
Naturally, I yelled for my brother to come get it.
He, yet again, looked at me like I was a dork and told me, “It’s just a cockroach!”
Yes, I know it’s “just a cockroach” but must it move so damn fast? My mind went back to thoughts of a certain Marlin Camp .45.....yes, that would be perfect for a time like this....
I informed him that I don’t mind the dang thing...I just want to be able to catch it and throw it back outside.
He said, “You either let it go...” (yah, right!)..."or you have to stomp on it.”
A two inch cockroach....hard exoskeleton....stomped on....do you have any idea the crunching sound that would make?
::shudder::
Anyhoo-he is out till Sunday visiting the rest of the family so I have the house to myself! Whee!
Not that I’m doing a lot of partying. I’m spending most of my time looking for a good job and swatting at bugs.
Just on my forearms alone, I’ve counted 14 mosquito bites. My blood type is A- if you all want to send me some replacement pints.
Anyhoo--snarky blogging will resume in the very near future. Right now, however, I need to go lie down....I’m feeling weak and dizzy from the blood loss.
