You know, the *mind bugs*
Everywhere I look, cockroaches. I have only recently realized that they're nearly flat for a reason, you know. They aren't really there, mind you. Well, not in plain sight. But they're just under the surface, waiting to burst out. Out from under the stove, from under the sink (or up out of the drain). Definitely out from under the covers of my bed (can't sleep clow... er, cockroaches will get me). Even the thermostat. Man, it's cold in here. But they'll crawl out if I touch it, y'know.
Sleeping on the couch isn't an option. I know we got rid of the old one (no more goblins in the cracks between the cushions, yay!), but they feast on the crumbs of food accidentally kicked under the new one, I'm sure. It's so comfy, I"m sure they nest in it.
These aren't normal roaches, either. Hell-LO! It's called TEX-as. "If a roach in the kitchen asks you for pizza, GIVE IT TO HIM. And make sure you say "De nada" when he "Gracias"-es you." So so so so creepy.
Damned Old Crow.
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