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Thursday, May 16, 2002

Trauma trauma trauma in the kitchen

Trauma trauma trauma in the kitchen at 9:30. "Alice is playing with a bug, get a paper towel."

In the kitchen, Matty is standing by an overturned bowl; Alice is prancing around it, sniffing and poking with her paws. I grab a paper towel; Matty flips the bowl over.

Underneath, something is wriggling on its back. THAT IS NOT A BUG. THAT IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS FROM MIMIC.

Well OK, actually, it was a water bug. The biggest one I've ever seen, outside of like the Museum of Natural History. Close to THREE INCHES long. For those of you not from New York or another large city, "water bug" is the euphemism we use for REALLY FUCKING BIG COCKROACH.

I mean, I guess, technically, they aren't cockroaches, or there wouldn' t be a different name for them. But that's beside the point. We ended up tag teaming and smashing the thing with the phone book (sacrificing the Spanish back cover). I am beyond skeeved. We've done a good job of Not Having Bugs (despite the fact that we leave out three bowls of cat food every day) in all of our apartments. The bug man was just here doing his magical Preventive Maintenance or whatever 2 weeks ago. And yet... shudder

Posted at 10:22 AM

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