Under the painted wall paper I found evidence of termite damage. The amount of critters in this house is gaining by the minute. Ghetto bugs, daddy long legs, skinks,
|It's a pity you can't hear the moaning wail|
that came from my lips after I realized
what I'd had on me.
|And I can't help myself.|
|I have a bamboo pad and I'm not afraid to use it.|
|This is what I'd imagine a Giant Madagascar Hissing Cockroach|
would like to teach, if one were so inclined.
For you people who keeping asking why I don't write faster, this is why. House improvement, getting everything in line, registering our daughter in school, picking up the dry cleaning for HIM, opening boxes up to discover things I haven't seen for years, and attempting to figure out what the packers did with the cables to the printer and the scanner. (You would think if one were packing a printer for a computer and a scanner for a computer that one would put the cables that go to the two items in the same box as the two items. YOU WOULD THINK! I would think. Maybe this is their little joke. I can see them standing there, giggling as they put the cables into a box marked kitchen sundries.) While I don't use the printer or the scanner much I do use them and when you need one, YOU REALLY, REALLY NEED ONE! So the cables remain missing in action. I might need a monument to them.
|Everyone within a mile radius would have heard the scream.|
|This statue used to give me nightmares as a child.|
I used to imagine it would come to life and come
down the hall with the big knife/machete thing to
do lurid things to me.
How inspiring to have it on my desk.
Off to outline and call exterminators.