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.
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?”
“But it’s divine.”