I don't know gals...I don't know if I WANT to do this. "THIS" being the south. I've succumbed to killing at least one spider a day...whether it be in my bathtub before the kids get in or finding one crawling across the kitchen floor or even taking down a very impressive web just so I don't walk through it...of course, smashing the spider before doing so. And I really don't like spiders.
However....last night there was a giant cockroach in my kitchen!!!!!!! GAG...throw up...gag...scream...shiver...gross...YUCK!!!
I saw the dog digging at something and saw something BIG move and told him to leave it...then I saw what it was and started yelling "GET IT, GET IT CROSLEY, GET IT"...over and over. I had to assess the situation and find the proper whacking object. My bare feet and the plush football would not work...so thankfully the dogs kept it occupied while I realized my largest frying pan was on the counter....I reached...called off the dogs...and hit it as hard as I could (not caring about the floor or the frying pan)...then I just left the pan on the floor. I was afraid if I lifted it up it would just be mad and come after me.
Eric wasn't sure if it was a water bug or a cockroach...so I took a picture on my phone and sent it to my dad and sister. My sister is evidentally a cockroach expert having lived in GA for awhile. She said, "It's a cockroach...but the good thing (good thing?) is that it's not the kind that live in your house...they just pass through." Oh...well...FIND A DIFFERENT ROUTE!!! GROSS!!!!