Huz,
I want you to know that while brushing my teeth, the most ginormous cockroach crawled out of my sink drain. I take that back- I’m not so sure it was a cockroach. It was kind of jelly-looking. Sick me out dot com. Anyway, I did what any brave wife home alone would do. I screamed, grabbed some toilet paper, poured water on him to keep him slippery so he couldn't crawl out of the drain (duh), decided it wasn’t enough toilet paper because like heck I was going to feel that thing crunch between my fingers, kept screaming (but more like ohhhhHHHHH! not so much AHHHH!), got more toilet paper, and then I lost all courage and I sprayed him with bleach cleaner until he arched his back in pain (about 12 sprays- probably one of the freakiest things I’ve ever seen and I work in a dadgum hospital where they pop off dead toes with pliers. Too much?) and ran back down the drain. Then I sprayed bleach in the drain. Then I closed the drains.
That'll show him.
Be proud of me because I would normally put a cup over the bug until you got home.
Oh my gosh why didn’t I just do that?
Wife
haha heeelarious! this happened at our apt not too long ago. it escaped into its hole so i quickly called our management service # and gave them a panicked description of a cockroach the size of my hand. my huz laughed and said i was exaggerating, but i'm pretty sure it was...
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