As for life in the S.C., it moves along. Scott is working at a bar in Orange City, so I have some evenings to myself every now and then. It's nice, if somewhat lonely.
I just watched Frost Nixon. I laughed out loud when Frost got Nixon to admit that he believed that if the president breaks the law it isn't a crime because he's the president. What a strange way of thinking that man had.
I'm counting down the days at work until my last one. Seventeen. I never thought that a cubicle job would grate on me so much, but it really does. Well, now I guess I know that I shouldn't be a receptionist or a copy writer.
We've had a parade of bugs in our bathroom lately. I just killed an earwig that was crawling around in the bath tub. If you've never seen an earwig, here is a picture. Gross, eh? We've also found them in our bedroom and office. There haven't been as many lately, but yesterday morning one started crawling up my leg when I was getting out of the shower. And ants. We had ants getting ready to fight a battle or something. We put out poison, and after I washed the bathroom floor yesterday I haven't seen any more ants. Apparently they follow pheromones--that's how they can find their way once one ant discovers something tasty--in this case, water, I think. Oh yeah, and yesterday morning I killed a baby cricket, also in the bathroom. Since then I haven't seen any more crickets, so I'm hoping, hoping, hoping, that it was just a lone cricket, and it's cousins and grandparents aren't about to appear looking for it. Ugh, bugs, so gross.
The dishes await.
2 comments:
haha! i'd love to see your reaction to 4inch long cockroaches and giant tarantulas!
he he, well my flat in Cairo did have cockroaches. I wasn't a big fan, but I didn't run around screaming like some people. Usually when I find a bug in our house I go and get a piece of toilet paper, squish it, and then throw it in the toilet. Not very dramatic. But satisfying.
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