The bug stories are just too good not to share. Monday morning we woke up to a nice surprise in our sink. Until Monday I had managed to steer clear of the dreaded cockroach. Not only just a cockroach, but a half alive cockroach. Grant started messing with it and it started hopping around. I screamed and jumped and did a bit of a "getting attacked by a bee" dance. It seriously creeped me out.
The story in TX is that where there is one roach, there are more. Grrreeeeaaatt. Well here's our roach. It is NOT a small roach.
Yup that roach is nearly the size of Grants pinky, and no Grant's pinky is not small.
Oh and ya that's the roach IN A BAG. Grant wanted to bring it to show and tell at work. (He is a pest control salesman you know.)
How did we kill the roach without smooshing it? Grant attacked it with bleach. It worked.
What a guy huh? Grant didn't scream, but I know he was freaked out.
(Notice the plate of cookies in the background. I may or may not have made homemade cookies every Saturday since we've been in TX)
Oh and ya that's the roach IN A BAG. Grant wanted to bring it to show and tell at work. (He is a pest control salesman you know.)
How did we kill the roach without smooshing it? Grant attacked it with bleach. It worked.
What a guy huh? Grant didn't scream, but I know he was freaked out.
(Notice the plate of cookies in the background. I may or may not have made homemade cookies every Saturday since we've been in TX)
I do promise that there is more to Texas than bugs, but there are A LOT of bugs. Come visit, I'll show you.