tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824250.post1649692122835576398..comments2023-05-10T02:59:33.596-05:00Comments on something deep and witty: EwwwAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02677742255848919123noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824250.post-84288466079317183062008-04-08T12:01:00.000-05:002008-04-08T12:01:00.000-05:00Did I tell you Jerry, the mouse, is dead. Not sor...Did I tell you Jerry, the mouse, is dead. Not sorry, just sorry I was the one to discover the carcass.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18026626616549147487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824250.post-40511124310527944392008-03-27T11:41:00.000-05:002008-03-27T11:41:00.000-05:00I'm still here, Adam. And, I wouldn't blame Brook...I'm still here, Adam. And, I wouldn't blame Brooke if she never came over again. I don't think we had this bad of a problem when we first moved in to the house! I still think it's very bizarre.<BR/><BR/>Andrea, your "eww" factor is much higher than mine. That's one of the things I "fear" from roaches, that they'll touch me. I shudder just thinking about it. I can't imagine any kind of creepy-crawly on my FACE!!! Ack.<BR/><BR/>And, yes, Molly is the cat! I didn't even think to clarify that! Pictures of her are forthcoming, as she's adopted a strange place/mode of sleeping lately.<BR/><BR/>By the way, there was another roach in the bathroom this morning. It was on its back, barely alive, but it was there. At this point I've stopped being surprised. And I've redoubled my inspections of every room I enter, every cabinet I open, every article of clothing I touch.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02677742255848919123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824250.post-79113264751327940812008-03-27T10:32:00.000-05:002008-03-27T10:32:00.000-05:00So, please tell me Molly is your dog or cat. Righ...So, please tell me Molly is your dog or cat. Right? The first mention of Molly in the hallway had me thinking, "Wait. I don't think Amy and Aaron have a daughter named Molly. Maybe a houseguest?" And I still assumed Molly was a person when I read your updated paragraph. I couldn't fathom a child actually putting a roach in her mouth. Then I started to think, "Pet? Surely Molly is a pet." And my mental picture of the situation got a little less gross.<BR/><BR/>To contribute to the squeamish factor, a few months ago I woke up to a house centipede crawling across my ear and face. Just Google house centipede and shudder. (They're about 2 inches long, since pics don't give you scale.)andrea_jenninehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11450998281852176512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824250.post-33746810445567312622008-03-27T09:33:00.000-05:002008-03-27T09:33:00.000-05:00I really hope you didn't die...let us know...By th...I really hope you didn't die...let us know...<BR/><BR/>By the way, after she reads this Brooke may be so afraid that she will never go to your house again.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16824250.post-89014731394655538022008-03-27T08:00:00.000-05:002008-03-27T08:00:00.000-05:00Ohmigosh - "scurry-flopped" and the first "smash-f...Ohmigosh - "scurry-flopped" and the first "smash-flush" sent me into gales of laughter!!<BR/>This story reminded me of when I first moved to MIAMI from Michigan and discoverd those things lived in apartments, not just on the pilings under the docks. In one apartment I lived in, the roaches held conventions at night on my bedroom floor. Talk about jumping at shadows - this is no joke - I did that for years! xxoomomooxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com