Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Miracle Of Birth & Death

Wandered into the kitchen for the day's first cuppa kawffee, noted several small bugs moving around southeast of the sink, thought "Fuck, now ants?"

Closer examination revealed they were roaches that had just hatched from an egg sac (case?) hidden behind the jar holding the dish wand. Coouldn't have awakened at a better time. Operative phrase? "Were roaches."
The white foamy substance ain't necessarily soap.

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