A few weeks ago, I read a hilarious story on facebook by my sis-in-law.

This is her.

(Yes, I know, the pic is blurry. Sorry, I tried to fix it in photoshop, but soon realized I am inept at that.)

Her story goes as follows:

I sit on my couch, awake, due to the fact that I got up to use the bathroom and my most hated bug was on the wall. I woke Matt up to kill it, he was NOT happy. But the way I see it, he could be gently awoken by the heavenly sound of his darling wife’s voice OR he could be woken up by the sounds of the vacuum and broom crashing against the wall. Anyway, sleepy Matt got up, knocked the creature to the floor, didn’t see it run away, out of the bathroom and into the hall where I was shrieking like a little girl. By the time he turned on the hall light it was no where to be found. Now I can’t sleep because I’m afraid the things going to crawl into my mouth whilst I sleep. I hate those little bastards.

I am happy to report that at about 3:45am the little bastard decided to come see what I was up to in the living room. At this point I alerted the watch-dog who was actually quite useless in the killing part of the attack. However, he did alert me to the fact that the beast was interested in staying out in the open. So, I grabbed my most favored weapon, the vacuum, and proceeded to suck the creature into it’s infinite abyss. I then taped the end of the vacuum hose up with some packing tape and put the vacuum in the workout room with the door closed. I was going to put the vacuum outside but it was raining. After all of this madness, Sleepy Matt made an appearance, and asked, “What are you doing?” I’m sure it all looked very interesting, what with an elated wife beaming at her victory, wearing his shoes (bigger shoes are better for stomping), pushing a taped up vacuum around the house. That’s all. Thought you should know how the saga ended.

Oh, Serene, how I love you!

Btw, the “bastard” is a cockroach. I whole heartedly agree with this as “my most hated bug”. Phil’s, however, is the palo verde beetle.

Today, I read this story on one of my blog feeds, A Lemon, Squeezy Home