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Dead Babies

Posted by Rebecca Tue, 15 Apr 2008 03:05:00 GMT

Tonight, Becky found the second dead baby cockroach on the kitchen floor near the pantry.

The last one she found on Saturday near the stove.

It’s working.

Now we know that even if we can’t locate all the eggs, we can at least kill the innocent, newborn, still gray-in-color baby roaches.

There is something so satisfying in that.

UPDATE: This morning I found two more dead baby roaches on the floor. One looked like it had been squished, but the other was in tact, on its back with its six icky little legs folded neatly across its abdomen in perfect mortuary fashion.

MAKES ME SO HAPPY!

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Two Ridiculous and Odd Things I've Witnessed This Week

Posted by Rebecca Thu, 31 Jan 2008 15:34:00 GMT

Episode 1:

It was Monday evening. I was at HEB, waiting for an allergy medication prescription to be filled. With twenty-some minutes to kill, I wandered around the toiletry and cosmetic section of the store, picking up a new bottle of conditioner, some mineral powder and a stick of deodorant. Alas, I was only five minutes into the chunk of time that I needed to kill, so I wandered over to the foot care section to look at some gel insoles for a pair of boots I recently purchased.

I was standing there, comparing products when I heard the distinct sound of an aerosol can spraying compressed something. As first I ignored it, because I assumed it was an employee cleaning something. Who else would actively spray an aerosol can in a grocery store? After a few seconds though, a chemical odor wafted in my direction and I began to choke on the contaminated air I was forced to breathe. I looked over my right shoulder, and there he was.

Balding and in his fifties (and looking like he hadn’t showered in a good long while), in a filthy lime green t-shirt and gray threadbare slacks, the man coated his shopping basket and the four cartons of OJ it contained with Lysol spray. He then sprayed it directly onto his arms and hands. His hands were dripping wet when he finished. He flung the can into the cart and went on down the aisle, leaving a stationary cloud of chemical stench where he had been standing.

Episode 2:

This morning, I was waiting at the coffee stand for my hot beverage of choice to be created. It was between class periods, so the line was long and the area immediately around the stand was crowded with students hurrying from one class to another.

A crotchety old man, a permanent scowl plastered on his face, came shuffling through the crowd. He had one of those highly obnoxious backpacks on wheels, and he was trying to maneuver his rather large self and that invention of Satan around in the crowd.

Instead of saying “excuse me, pardon me,” like any normal person would, he began stomping his feet. First, he did it quietly so that you noticed the click-clack of his loafers on the tile, then increasing in volume until, I swear, it was as loud as a goose-step. His knees were fully bent when he lifted them up in preparation to slam them down on the tile.

The funny thing is that no one got the message. Well, I did, but I wasn’t in his way so it didn’t matter. Everyone just looked at him like he was crazy. I wonder why?

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