Showing posts with label my experience with roaches. Show all posts
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Law & Order

I don't have much rhyme or reason when it comes to my choice of placement of certain household items. Why do I keep my deodorant in the kitchen junk drawer? I don't know. My keys don't get hung on the ever-so-convenient key ring right by the front door. No. They are placed at a whim wherever I may drop them. It's the thrill of the hunt, (I guess) with me.

I believe I had a conversation much like this with my husband:

"why do you keep your toothbrush in the sink?"

"because Gabi gets into the bathroom drawers and pulls it out and then I can't find it"


That one, I thought, had a bit of sense to it. And then I woke at 3:00am to use the bathroom.
Guess what was in the sink right next to my toothbrush.

cockroach.

Oh, Murphey. You do rule with a strong arm of the law in my world.