“Where are you from?”
I can not count the number of times I’ve been asked that question in the last week, but I do know the number of times is greater than in my entire life up to this point.
I must have an accent.
But, wait! There's more...Bugzilla is no longer afraid of the light. Even worse, Bugzilla is no longer afraid of me.
He scurries back and forth across the front edge of the counter, as if marking out his territory. Meanwhile, I stand stock still, trying to decide how to try and kill him this time. I’m standing there watching his every move, mentally recounting the many unsuccessful methods I’d previously employed to try end his scurrying life.
But, wait! There's more...It’s been hot here in central Texas, hotter than a whore on nickle night at the cat house. So when the rains and cool weather came – without terrifying winds – we all enjoyed it immensely. I can’t tell you how wonderful it has been to wear pants and long-sleeved … But, wait! There’s more…
. I’m beginning to doze off, my eyes start to droop and I manage to bookmark my page when out of the corner of my eye I see a LARGE, dark object moving very rapidly across the wall.
On the wall is the biggest roach I’ve ever seen. It’s at least two inches long NOT counting the antennae. NO LIE! It’s so big it actually makes sounds as it’s feet scurry along the wall, unlike other insects that are TOO SMALL TO MAKE SOUNDS WHEN THEY MOVE.
But, wait! There's more...
