We had our first cockroach sighting in the apartment. Luckily, it was on Columbus Day, so Nate was home from work. I walked into the kitchen to re-fill Ashton's sippy cup, and the thing was just strolling across the kitchen floor. I dropped everything and ran screaming for Nate to kill it. I didn't think about the emotional trauma this would have on Ashton, who was right behind me, and followed my example of running and screaming. But Nate saved the day with a shoe while Ashton and I hugged each other on the kitchen table. It all happened so fast, I didn't think to take a picture for the blog, so I know no one will even believe me when I say how huge it was.
Oh, and while we are on the subject of things that freak me out, tonight on the bus I saw a lady who had six fingers on each hand. Once again, I was without my camera, so I have no proof, but I counted several times, and I am POSITIVE!
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So how big was the cockroach? I will believe you. :)
I hate cockroaches. I hate to say this, but you know if there is one... there are more. Get some good spray to kill the buggers. Good luck.
Leone, I would have done the same thing! That would have freaked the crap out of me! Glad Nate was there and you didn't have to be the one to handle it!
Perhaps you're mixing up the two stories. I think you saw a six fingered cockroach on the bus, and then later saw a miniature chinese woman scurrying across the kitchen floor after which Nate smashed her with his shoe. No?
Cockroaches and twelve-fingered women!! Will the wonders in Taiwan never cease!!!
Leone!! That is so funny!! I believe you. But but only because on days I seem bi-polar, Nick swears he really is a polygamist with two separate wives. :) haha :) j/k
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