Just so we are all on the same page, this is a cockroach. ---> I'm sure you have all heard of cockroaches. And perhaps you have been to a nasty restuarant and seen some little bugs scurrying around in the corner. But really, you have no idea.
I hate cockroaches. I hate, hate, hate them. They are giant beasts who I'm sure can attack and kill. I had to find this picture on the internet because there is no way I was going to come within 10 feet of one. I mean, look at it. It's practically bigger than my shoe!
The first week we were here, we had eight cockroaches in the house at one time. Since then, we only have about one or two a week. And they usually only come out at night. While I was standing at the sink peeling potatoes one night, a cockroach crawled out of the drain. I threw the potato, ran out of the room, and yelled, "cuca!" (short for cucaracha, the Spanish word for cockroach). Hugo ran into the kitchen and took care of the beast. Its lucky Hugo wears flip flops in the house - he always has a wapon at hand.
Now onto the incident that gave me nightmares. Usually, I close the front door and windows at dusk. With all the rainy weather, mosquitoes come out in mass at night. One evening, the house was particularly warm. It was a nice, cool night outside and it hadn't rained in days, so I left the door open. After dinner, I was in the kitchen washing dishes. Hugo came in to talk with me. He was only in the kitchen for a moment before turning back to the dining room. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen and beckoned me to look. I looked into the dining room and there...on the table...was a huge cockroach. I stood there and stuttered, "When...where...how...I...you...why...AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Hugo looked over at me apologetically and simply said, "They fly."
"When...where...how...I...you...why...AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
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