Bugs, and more Bugs
06.05.2008 90 °F
In the heat of the passion could not take it any more it must die...
I have come to terms with the ants getting into everything, the mosquitoes are around and the baby crabs at night in the sand trying to trip you, as you are not sure what is crawling around. However, I can't seem to come to terms with the fracken cockroaches. Is it the long antennas they have, they move fast and sometimes fly, they disappear as soon as you go to get the flip flop to kill them, if you get the chance they make a crunching sound when you hit them with the flip flop, or the fact I found one in my bed when pulling the sheets off to wash. I think a combination of all of above, but defiantly the last straw for today and the sucker had to die. Catching him was not easy and I received a finger wound in the process. But of course I caught him with a cup and piece of paper as Dan walks through the front door. A nice husband would have killed the cockroach for me, instead he smiled and said have fun. I really hate the crunching sound when hitting it, because you have to do like five times to make sure it is die. Just for the record I used Dan's flip flop. Also, I am going in invest in a cockroach trap when we go to Colombo next week