I feel that it was a cockroach.
I spent part of yesterday afraid to go in the kitchen. Which is kind of funny, since, if it had been a rodent, its four legs could carry it through the house. I finally worked up the nerve to continue a task I've been working on: deep cleaning the kitchen cabinets (removing all of the shelves, wiping down the insides with bleach and water... not a small task for the lazy susan cabinet in the corner... these are the kinds of things that still need doing after the house was uninhabited for six months and water filled the "basement" for a while). It involved my dashing out of the kitchen a few times, in fear that I couldn't proceed. But then it was okay. And I continued to see no evidence of a rodent.
If there truly had been a rodent, my rodent sense would have tingled too much for me to get that cabinet cleaned. So I was feeling pretty confident last night. The big dark cockroach being squashed was just icing on the cake.
Rodent sense, is that like spidey sense? Should we be calling you rodent-woman?
Posted by: Emmaleigh at July 21, 2006 09:10 PMI can't STAND mice!!!!
Posted by: bethanie at July 22, 2006 07:41 AMEeeek! I do not handle those things well!
About being short: short is nice and cute for a girl, can be fine for a guy, but this man had major little man syndrome. You know, the type that body build and walk with the arms out? He was that type. You are a cute short person. :-)
Posted by: Hannah at July 22, 2006 09:13 PM