Day 47

Sorry these post haven't been on time. The internet has been very erratic the last several days. I am having trouble keeping up with homework so I may need to go find an internet cafe and hang out.

We finally got some rain last night which cooled things off and there has been a nice breeze all day. Thank you! Thank you!

I had some excitement tonight. While working on homework at my desk, I had another rat come calling. This one wasn't quite as big as the last one and I learned from the last time not to try and jump up when my legs were wrapped up. So I just stamped my feet and he made a bee-line for the back of the living room. At dinner I asked for another rat cage to catch the varmint.

After dinner I came back to my house, made sure the rat trap was in place and headed for bed. I went into the bathroom to do my business, had my pants pulled down, and the biggest cockroach ever came running at me. Fortunately I still had my flipflops on and started stamping my feet. But the stupid cockroach was just running in circles and kept coming back at me. I kept stomping my feet as I tried to get out of the bathroom and lost sight of the bug and was afraid it was trapped in the folds of my pants that were down around my ankles. I finally got into the bedroom and got free of both my flipflops and my pants. I carefully shook out my pants, but no cockroach. I slowly pushed open the bathroom door, and there in front of the toilet was the mashed remains of the creepy crawler. My frantic dance had been his demise. I am ashamed to say that I actually considered leaving it for the maid to clean up but this is Saturday night and she won't be back until Monday. The idea of having to step around the grizzly scene every time I go to the bathroom wasn't my idea of fun, so I gritted my teeth, scooped up the corpse between my shoes and flushed it down the toilet. A big wad of wet toilet paper cleaned up the remainder of the guts. Momma would have been proud.