I love the tropics, if not for the weather, then certainly for the giant cockroaches.
What is it with this latitude and giant bugs? Seriously, the world over. Da Cock-a-roach. Palmetto bugs. Madagascar hissing cockroaches.
A particularly unfortunate one (let's call him Sebastian, shall we?) made it into our house this morning and was subsequently exterminated by my very talented husband.
Chased around the house by an angry mob (or man), then devoured, devoured by ants. Horrible, hungry ants. They took him, part by part, through the cut-out cinder block wall to the lanai.
The former periplaneta's cousin is now facing a lobotomy from the trauma, while his aunt is fanning herself, surrounded by carnivorous plants in a steamy, wrought iron and glass conservatory, clearly in denial about the insect's sexuality.
(I'd post pictures, but do you really want to see a picture of half a dead cockroach surrounded by ants? Don't answer that.)
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Just one of the many reasons I loathe the South. Yuck. Just....yuck.
Eek!
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