Last night, we were attacked by this jumping cockroach. Some screamed, others remained unaffected. With much enthusiasm, I volunteered to kill the damn thing and so I took out my trusty orange sneaker and smashed it. I then wrapped it in a napkin to be thrown outside but when I tried to fling it off, it landed on the fence of the gate. This photo is the result of such a landing.
I am still marveling at the fortune of this photo.
Here it is right after it took a blow to the guts.
4 comments:
i'm glad that you are adjusting pretty well. can you e-mail? i'm not sure which e-mail address you still check, plus i have not really ever e-mailed you.
tyrone
Well, I'm glad that you are not afraid of roaches...look quite familiar to our own here.
I love to hear your stories and your heart. I want you to know that I am praying for you, in a way that only a sister can. I love you wendi. really.
argh!!! that is utterly gross.
i am afraid of roaches; i kill them out of fear.
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