mr. flea found out last week that roaches can fly (by having one he was trying to kill take a kamikaze run towards his head). He was all, "Did you know this!?!" and I just laughed.
I hate the South's gigantic bugs.
'Beneath You'
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mr. flea found out last week that roaches can fly (by having one he was trying to kill take a kamikaze run towards his head). He was all, "Did you know this!?!" and I just laughed.
I hate the South's gigantic bugs.
So Tabloid reports of Track Palin's drug use are office convo here. I had not heard of all that.
This just makes me want to smack the media and say, "Dudes! Stop wasting your time on her family and start focusing on all the screwed up shit SHE has done!!!"
ARGH.
mmmm, I'm eating Trader Joe's basil tortellini. Is very good.
Okay, I caught it on a glue trap. It's okay for me to feel guilty about the flailing, right?
That cake head is seriously wrong. And it looked to me as though the helmet was pale pink with a bow on top ... which is really odd.
Really, my biggest comfort is that it's not a flying roach. It actually might be smaller than a roach.
Ugh. I'm still not over that one.
This just makes me want to smack the media and say, "Dudes! Stop wasting your time on her family and start focusing on all the screwed up shit SHE has done!!!"
Yeah. Hello? Darlings? Y'all are taking the fucking bait.
Okay, I caught it on a glue trap. It's okay for me to feel guilty about the flailing, right?
Yeah. I hate those traps. Can you drown the little bugger and put it out of its misery?
Any solution that requires me walking over there is not going to work.
It's okay for me to feel guilty about the flailing, right?
I usually seal the trap inside a couple of plastic bags and hope they suffocate quickly. The glue traps are less humane than a snap trap, but they work better. I just steel myself with that thought that once they've entered my house, it's war.
Ugh. I'm still not over that one.
Which reminds me, Trudy. I believe there was a possum who wanted to wish you a happy birthday...