Thank God for that roach. I had me some serious blogstipation that needed a blaxative. And that roach was the blaxative of the week.
I was sitting here, minding my blogs like a sad, socially deprived biach should, when my housemate comes home. We have a quick discussion about what to do for dinner (she's going out) and she heads in to the shower. I can hear her talking, and assume that one of the cats are in there with her. Then I hear her call my name. I wander in to see whats up, thinking that maybe one of the cats has vomited and she wants me to clean it up.
As I wander in, she comes out, all of a tither. I ask whats up and she whinges, 'there a roach in the shower, and its stuck!' Ok. My shower is pretty bad, but the mould isn't thick enough to bog a roach. Unless its in the far corner and I'm not going near that bit.
I soon see what she means. The roach is indeed stuck in between tow of the sliding glass doors. She's sprayed it, so its pretty out of it. She tells me that she's tried opening the door and pushing it out through the gap but it made a crunchy type noise and she couldn't do it.
I grabbed a bit of toilet paper (cuz I wasn't touching it) and dragged it half out. Then sprayed it, because trying to hold a twitching roach is one of the most disgusting things you can do. When I went to grab it again, it fell down. And framed between the runners of the shower door I saw this:
How disgusting are roaches? I generally have respect for life. But that looks very alien and its nothing that I want to touch. I picked it up with about 2cm thickness of toilet paper, and took it away. All while my housemate was flipping out behind me.
I googled the image and as I was typing google put up some suggestions. Cockroach facts was one of them. I read it as cockroach farts. I can just imagine a roach running along the edge of a bench somewhere, letting off a little green gas cloud.
I've eaten 3/4 of a cake today. And thats about all. Granted, it wasn't a really large cake, but my god its an effort to get all of that in. You don't get up to being a size 24/26 without serious commitment. My diet is shot to hell these last few days. I'll be back on the boat tomorrow.