Cream Cheese Bribes

The hubs and I were enjoying a lovely evening bribing the dog to give us kisses with promises for a cream cheese reward.  The dog is finally acting mostly normal and we couldn’t resist teasing him just a bit.  You see, he hates to give kisses and we love to exploit that.

So after about five minutes of whining he finally gave in and gave me a kiss, so I headed for the kitchen to grab the cream cheese.  I am a woman of my word, after all.

That’s when I saw it.  HIM.  AHHHHHHH.

A cockroach.

The last time I saw a cockroach was three years ago while we were on vacation in a tropical island and I had just gotten out of the shower.  I hollered for my dad to come take care of it and instead my mom comes sauntering in.  She killed the cockroach and disposed of it in the trash can.  A couple of minutes later the cockroach was out of the trashcan and crawling across the bathroom floor, once again.

So when I see this cockroach crawling across my spotless kitchen in my spotless apartment I may have freaked out a tiny bit.  I may have screamed.  It may have been a lot of screaming.

I yell for the hubs to “KILL IT!  KILL IT!  AND THEN FLUSH IT!  DON’T FORGET TO FLUSH IT!”

I took Brady into the living room where we waited to hear a stomping sound and then flushing sound.  Except there was no stomping sound, and then there was no flushing sound.

We finally re-emerge and ask the hubs if he killed it.  He responded that no, it ran behind the heater and down the wall.  

Then he has the nerve to say I came out too early and he was going to pretend to flush it down the toilet so I didn’t spend the rest of the night freaking out!

WHY DIDN’T YOU GO WITH THAT PLAN?

I spent the rest of the night freaking out, and then told the hubs that I needed to buy something to calm my nerves.  He asked what I needed to buy and I told him Divine Twine.

“How much could some twine be?”

“Fourteen dollars.”

“FOURTEEN DOLLARS!?!?”

“But it’s divine.”

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