We had no air conditioning in the office today and it got up to 88 degrees before I left for physical therapy. GROSS.
But that’s not the grossest part, people. The grossest part is that the vent pipe for the compressor was clogged with COCKROACHES AND THEIR NESTS and that’s why the AC wasn’t working.
Then I came home and Tom told me that last night he felt something brushing against his back while he was sleeping and he thought it was Arrow’s whiskers. I think you know where this is going. IT WAS A COCKROACH THE SIZE OF MY HAND*. I am so close to giving up and burning this mothereffer down but then I’d have no where to keep all of my books and yarn.
I am really looking forward to my vacation in Warshington, where cockroaches are only in the grossest places you can think of (and only because they can’t survive in the ecosystem naturally) and not in my home or workplace or hotel or wherever it is I’m staying.
*The size of my hand when I was four years old.
Um. I don’t know. Sam is four and his hands are bigger than any cockroach I ever want to meet. You might need to come live with me.
*shudder*