Ack! Gross gross gross gross gross.
For the last month or so, we've noticed some little bugs crawling on our kitchen counters. I thought they were just ants. The Mr thought otherwise but we both agreed, they were definitely NOT roaches. Theresa housesat/dogsat for us and inquired about our roach infestation. I guffawed at her implication of us having roaches. I've seen roaches. These were not roaches.
Oh my fucking god, it's a roach! The Mr trapped it in a glass the other day and did a search. We believe it's a german cockroach. I think they're attacking us because they've mistaken our last name as being jewish (like my entire family did when I sent out wedding invitations).
HELP!
Onto other news... today, I almost ate a piece of chicken. I actually squealed at my desk at work, "oh my god - I think I'm eating chicken!" and promptly spit it out in my trashcan much to the horror of the nice contractor who is helping to develop something for my project.
The Mr and I ate at a fab Indian restaurant on Friday with some friends (Kristin and Jackson... fresh from their honeymoon and Ian and Katie). We love this place. I ordered too much and had my leftovers wrapped. I wasn't paying attention to what was wrapped, especially since The Mr never takes leftovers (he's a weird one), so I scooped all the fixins into 1 tupperware bowl for lunch today. I thought I was dining on spinach & paneer, cauliflower and potatoes and basmati rice. Little did I know that I had also thrown in The Mr's chicken dish. It was in the same colored sauce as my cauliflower! Strangely - chunks of chicken in a pink-orangey sauce resemble chunks of potatoes.
As I took a bite of my lunch, I realized that I wasn't eating a potato.
I almost died today, guys. Okay, not really but it's been so long since I've eaten any meat - I think I would have gotten sick. Or super poopy.
I think the Indians are out to get me too.
8 comments:
I see a lot of racial warfare going on here.
I'm sorry about your bug problem!!!! Bugs are disgusting. And they terrify me.
If it makes you feel any better at all, I'm not out to get you.
Aww, look how tiny that little thing is! When you coming to NYC?
As far as roaches go, I'd have to say you've got it pretty good. I think the humidity here makes our roaches swell to the size of mice.
I wish I was joking.
Get some roach motels and you'll do ok.
Don't get the spray as it will be harmful to your dogs, but if you can't fathom the thought of housing dead pests in your home, sprinkle a little cayenne pepper around doorways and other openings where roaches may be getting in. It kills the roaches and will just make your dogs sneeze a bit :)
Oh, my gosh! You almost ate a dead animal? It's a good thing you spit that dead animal into a trash can! You should have saved it for me! :-)
ICK on the roaches - good luck with that!!!
And the eating meat thing? Been there too. And yes, I spit it out as well. Manners are nothing compared to my health (well, my digestive health) and since it's been, oh, 21 years or so since I last ate meat, yeah, I don't think it would sit so well. Yum! ;(
Oh no I thought they weren't roaches! Did you guys go get the Borax?
I wish I had advice for the roaches, but I didn't know what to do about mine, so I moved.
And once a year I let myself eat meat, either on purpose or accidentally. It doesn't mess me up too badly, and my reason for doing it is so that I have leeway to try something really cool and exotic if I'm in a foreign country, or like the time I accidentally ordered a non-veggie burger before a flight, and it was either eat the burger or nothing for 5 hours, and just to confirm that I still don't like meat.
Which I don't. So I think you'll survive the chicken incident, although I would be mad if it happened to me.
Ahh, cockroaches...that's Balmer, hon! :)
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