If there's one thing I hate... absolutely abhor. It's roaches. This morning my son was watching his morning PBS cartoons and he screams, "Mommy! A big bug! A BIG one!!!" I look on my living room curtains and there...sho nuff...is a huge ugly disgusting roach. So I did what any calm, sensible, stay at home wife would do. I screamed...."Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
I ran to our bedroom... got my husbands biggest looking shoe and ran back. Then I took a deep breath and prayed a prayer to Jesus that I would not slam the shoe so hard on the bug that it would break the window. And POW! Then... nothing. I looked on the bottom of the shoe. Nothing. I looked on the curtain, half expecting to see bug guts everywhere...nothing. I looked on the floor...nothing. What the heck???
Now, and forever, until I find this sucker... I am going to 1. not be able to sit on my couch and relax (the curtains and windows are right behind it) and 2. be obsessed that it's going to be crawling on me at any given moment. (sigh)
Sometimes I hate Florida.