I was eight when the cockroach (again, not an LA roach, which I've never seen, but a Jamaican one) flew down off the ceiling and skittered down my neck and under my nightdress and ran down my back and my leg. I will remember that sensation forever. I saw it come at me, but there was nowhere to run to.
I think we're going up into the mountains tomorrow night for NYE. It had better not suck.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the outhouse and found a spider...in my underwear? Yeah, I firmly believe that the spider entered my unmentionables while I was, um, occupied, and did not in fact come with me to the outhouse. This is what I believe.
I think we're going up into the mountains tomorrow night for NYE. It had better not suck.
I hope there are no cockroaches.
When's the next Onerous Task Day? I need to update all my online accounts with my new credit card.
When's the next Onerous Task Day? I need to update all my online accounts with my new credit card.
And un-childhackerable passwords.
And make it so your cats can't buy anything expensive.
I don't think I have gross bug stories aside from the tick, bed bugs, and the fleas we got in ethiopia. Scorpians aren't really gross.
The small island we were on this afternoon was apparently rat-infested. Some of my sister's friends wanted to stay past sunset. Fuck that noise. I've seen the rodent-swarming footage. That's not how I do.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the outhouse and found a spider...in my underwear?
Yikes! I almost sat on a bat who was underneath the lid of a toilet inside a building.
When's the next Onerous Task Day?
I haven't set one yet.
Let me do that.