Let me preface the story of this post by saying that I hate cockroaches. I think they're absolutely disgusting. We have them in our apartment occasionally, rather more often than I would prefer. We're usually quite good at changing our roach baits every three months, so it's not usually too big of a deal. But, we've been a little distracted lately (something about having a baby), and haven't yet changed our overdue baits.
Usually if I see a roach that is mid-size or larger it is accompanied by a small shriek of disgust and a call for Nate to come with a shoe and get it. At times I've even exchanged unfriendly words with the critters and made it very clear that they were not welcome in my home.
Last night I was putting away the dishes. I opened up our utensils drawer (not the silverware drawer, thankfully, though they're all connected, so it only really makes a difference in my mind) and what did I see? Yes, a mid-size roach scurrying toward the back all over my spatulas, ladle, and beaters. Sick.
However, I was pretty tired by this point in the day and Nate wasn't home. So, what did I do? I closed my eyes, gave a shudder, and closed the drawer.
We need to get some new roach baits, post-haste. And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to scrub out the drawers in my kitchen.
But, before you all decide to stop reading my blog because I post gross things about bugs, here's a picture of Manu to keep you coming back. Some of you have seen this one before, but it's so cute I'm going to post it here as well:
Manu in his church duds. He's wearing a tiny ie faitaga (basically a formal Samoan man-skirt. Kind of like what Feki wears in Other Side of Heaven) that my mom made for him.