Anyone trying to help me out by killing 'palmetto bugs' that get into the house, kindly clean up the broken wings and legs after. That way I won't find them by surprise and spend the next five minutes gagging over the wastebasket.
Thank you. That will be all.
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naughty baby, not cleaning up bug parts!!!
I swear, the husbeast does that to me again, and I'll puke on his PILLOW.
Ewwwww, you need to teach Sekhmet to do what my Big Red Dog does . . . I'm not going to describe it, but we never find bug parts ;-)
Eww! Palmetto bugs are one of the many reasons I choose to live in a cold climate - where the bugs die off before they get too big. :)
Back when I first met my husband, there was this big, droning fly in his parents' cabin. He picked up a rubber band and shot it out of the air. Mr. Dead-eye [she said fondly].
However, the disadvantage of being Mrs. Dead-eye is, uh, the fact that flies hit by rubber bands can be kind of . . . messy.
I'm with robynr--it's Sekhmet YOU FUCKER!! (hee!)
When we lived in Tuscaloosa, my cats would always leave body parts from the palmettos. We figured they had some trophy room hidden somewhere....
Phyllis
The problem with posting your message is that Sekhmet probably doesn't read your blog.
My mother used to drop dictionaries all over the house killing the evil buggsies. Her husband at the time had the unpleasant duty of cleaning up when he got home, but I wouldn't recommend it around the baby. Ewww.
Flying cockroaches!!! ARGH!!!
Oh. My. God. I'll just be in the corner shivering uncontrollably now.
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