Saturday, November 29, 2014

Gone Buggy

Silly me...

I made an agreement with a cockroach.

You see, our kitten likes to "play" with cockroaches.  And by "play" I have to admit I mean "torture". So when I saw this hobbling little big cockroach, I felt a bit bad for it.

Me: "OK, cockroach, here's the deal.  I won't squish you if you stay away from me."

The cockroach slowly hobbled away and I went to the kitchen table to eat my breakfast and check my email.  Everything was fabulous until I caught a glimpse of something big and dark brown on my right sleeve. And I commenced flipping out.

I jumped up.

I swatted with everything I could think of.

I yelled, "This was not what we agreed upon!"

Then I spied the cockroach hobbling, even more than before, into the kitchen. And I put the little fella out of its (and my) misery.


And here is a much cuter bug...

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  1. That's okay. Stuff like that happens. You're grappling with space and making sure its livable and habitable for yourself and your family and all, and it is within your right to ensure that it is so within your territory. Hope that cockroach goes away for good. Hahaha! Take care!

    Alta Peng @ Liberty Pest Inc.

    1. Haven't see a cockroach since. They must've been watching. :-)