Roach Wars

In an effort to battle the roaches that have started appearing in our kitchen, the Mr ordered some home roach elimination kit. This kit is not the same as a bug bomb. We had bug bombed our house twice with no results. This elimination kit is also pet-friendly and is supposed to last us a long time.

I do want to mention that we are clean people. We've lived in our house for 3 ½ years and have never had any sort of rodent/bug problem. I have no idea what started this little invasion but I hope we've put a stop to it.

The big plan was to clean out our kitchen cabinets on Saturday and spray down the kitchen, the backyard and even the front of the house. We wanted the fuckers evicted for good!

I have to say, we didn't realize how much crap we had until we had to remove it all from the kitchen. Just to hightlight, we have:
- 6 espresso cups and saucers
- 12 footed dessert dishes
- 5 coffee mugs
- A countless number of tupperware containers
- 25 glasses
- Lots of other random crap.

We're just 2 people in a small rowhome. We rarely have folks over for dinner and even when we do, we only have a dining room table meant for 4! Why the hell do we have so much stuff? It's because we got married. Oh and it's because I have a mother who insists of giving us a ton of crap.

Anywho - after cleaning out the cabinets, the Mr sprayed everything down. I decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and go running around Patterson Park. I'm trying to get serious about this whole training for a 10k and triathlon thing. Patterson Park has a running map that I don't quite understand. I ran the perimeter of both parks (so the solid blue and the solid red) but they don't list the perimeter of the red. So I'm guessing it was roughly 2.5 miles? Yeah - I have a ways to go before I hit 6.4 miles.

Wow - off topic, much? What I want to say is that so far it seems that the elimination kit is working. We've found a number of roaches attempting to crawl to freedom only to drop dead on our kitchen floors and counters. It's kind of gross but I guess it's nice to know that perhaps they're gone for good? Fingers crossed.

Everyone is Out to Get Me!

Blogosphere - we have a big problem. We were in denial of said problem but we believe... (and I can't believe I'm sharing this)... that we have a roach problem.
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.