Natascha: Don't Read This
When we flew out for the holidays we left some laundry behind, including a rug that had gotten a little wet. On Monday I decided to do some laundry and I enveloped the no longer damp rug in the warm embrace of a woman feeling like she was getting something done. As I bent over the washing machine, ready to shove the rug in for its washing I noticed a shiny, bugly thing creepity crawling up the rug toward my face. It was a cockroach. The big kind. Or at least, a big kind. Bigger than we'd seen in our apartment before. I imagined it lying in wait inside the rug until we got home. I dropped said rug and the roach creepity rushed under the washing machine.
The washing machine and our kitchen cabinets share the same wall, and later that night the roach crawled out of the cabinet beneath our sink and started across our floor. Jordan bravely accosted the roach with a paper towel and some bug spray while I helpfully shouted, "There it is! There it is!" (Although I WAS the one that got the spray out in the first place so that Jordan could use it. I'm not completely useless.)
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
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7 comments:
YIKES! I hate roaches! Good thing Jordan got it. Or did he?
Haha! I hope you didn't pay him for sitting your house! (Maybe if he'd washed the rug, it would be another story.) Bugs=gross.
GROSS!!!
I can't believe you made me read that!
lol - you're terrific and i love your writing style
Ha ha ha ha ha. I love you! That's great!
Everybody needs a good roach story, so now you have yours. Mine is in El Paso, Texas and one about 4" long that climbed up to meet me from a kitchen drawer. The condo office sent a little kid to collect it and he was terrified, but finally got the nerve to get it out of my kitchen. I'm glad you and Jordan were able to take care of yours.
definitely not useless. someone had to identify the roach.
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