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So I guess I haven't really written about the INSANE boost in mood I've gotten because of the weather here. About two weeks ago we hit 70, and I had the windows open for that amazing "room in springtime" aroma. I've spent enough time sharing how utterly fantastic this makes me feel with other people, so we'll cut this short there.
So we spray for cockroaches routinely, because, you know, it's an old house and it's the south. They're around, not much you can do besides make sure that when you see them, they're already dead. Anyway, it being winter, I guess we've been sort of lax lately. So I was taking a shower just now, when I look up and see a live one on the ceiling. Fortunately, not right above me, more kind of in front and off to the side. I'm watching him as I go about freshening up, because if he does crawl over above me, then we're going to have a problem. As it is, I'm imagining him abandoning the ceiling and using those goddamned useless wings to hover just long enough to land directly on me.
Now, I attribute a basic level of competence to these guys. If you are going to crawl up on the ceiling, I assume it is because you know you can stay up there. But this guy's looking like he's having some trouble all of a sudden. I decide it's time to cut my losses and deal with this, so I rinse off and stop the water. In the split-second I take my eyes off him, the fucker disappears. I laugh, because it's trite and predictable: the guy has fallen onto my towel. So I basically stand there waiting for the dumb fuck to get off my towel and back onto the wall.
I grab my towel as soon as I think he's clear, because, you know, I'm dripping wet and starting to get a bit chilled. This spooks him though, so he goes running down the wall behind Dustin's towel, finally emerging near the base of the wall and freezing, clearly confident that he has outwitted me, and that by staying perfectly still in the middle of a vast white expanse, he will be undetectable. I play his game, because it gives me an opportunity to dry off and restore some modesty. Then I kill him.
Ha! Abrupt ending, no? It stopped being funny at that point I guess. For me, I was unamused by the fact that it takes like, three blows of a kleenex box to kill one of the suckers. For him, well, you know, he was consumed by terror and bludgeoned to death. Alas for the ingratitude of mankind, Gregor.
So there's cockroach-fighting porn for you! Now it's the weekend!
So we spray for cockroaches routinely, because, you know, it's an old house and it's the south. They're around, not much you can do besides make sure that when you see them, they're already dead. Anyway, it being winter, I guess we've been sort of lax lately. So I was taking a shower just now, when I look up and see a live one on the ceiling. Fortunately, not right above me, more kind of in front and off to the side. I'm watching him as I go about freshening up, because if he does crawl over above me, then we're going to have a problem. As it is, I'm imagining him abandoning the ceiling and using those goddamned useless wings to hover just long enough to land directly on me.
Now, I attribute a basic level of competence to these guys. If you are going to crawl up on the ceiling, I assume it is because you know you can stay up there. But this guy's looking like he's having some trouble all of a sudden. I decide it's time to cut my losses and deal with this, so I rinse off and stop the water. In the split-second I take my eyes off him, the fucker disappears. I laugh, because it's trite and predictable: the guy has fallen onto my towel. So I basically stand there waiting for the dumb fuck to get off my towel and back onto the wall.
I grab my towel as soon as I think he's clear, because, you know, I'm dripping wet and starting to get a bit chilled. This spooks him though, so he goes running down the wall behind Dustin's towel, finally emerging near the base of the wall and freezing, clearly confident that he has outwitted me, and that by staying perfectly still in the middle of a vast white expanse, he will be undetectable. I play his game, because it gives me an opportunity to dry off and restore some modesty. Then I kill him.
Ha! Abrupt ending, no? It stopped being funny at that point I guess. For me, I was unamused by the fact that it takes like, three blows of a kleenex box to kill one of the suckers. For him, well, you know, he was consumed by terror and bludgeoned to death. Alas for the ingratitude of mankind, Gregor.
So there's cockroach-fighting porn for you! Now it's the weekend!