I hate cockroaches. In fact, I despise them. My bold, heroic man just spent the last 2 nights exterminating our kitchen to get rid of these intruders. If there is ever a time I am brave, it is most certainly NOT when these guys are around. No matter how big or small, just the mere sight of one of them...& I squirm, I shriek, I yell, I jump up and down. I act like a total lunatic. Seriously.
So tonight, Kyle pulled apart our microwave, where more than ten of these bad boys were hiding. I tried to cheer him on, but the sight was more than my unbrave, uncourageous, cockroacher hating body could handle.
However, I am proud to say, we are now cockroach free! From the countertops to the floors to the...microwave, random as that is. I just hope we never ever ever have to repeat this again.
All I can say is I used to be completely in love with this wonderland we call New York City. Now, I am having second thoughts...
