I was sitting in the armchair in our bedroom reading when I heard a scritchy-scratchy, fluttery sound coming from inside a dresser about five feet away. This can only mean one of two things. A mouse or a roach. In Texas the two are about the same size.
Roaches around here are not only huge, they can fly. George sprays the house regularly, but fresh recruits arrive daily from the yard. Once they’ve ingested the poison, they lose all precautionary sense as they scurry around in broad daylight or zoom across the room like shiny brown kamikaze pilots, divebombing furniture, light fixtures, or faces–whatever happens to be in their flight path.
I know John was on the Isle of Patmos when he received the Revelation, but after reading his description of those “locusts from the pit” in chapter nine, I can’t help thinking maybe he was given a little glimpse of East Texas vermin.
Now, don’t you want to come visit?
Speaking of vermin, today’s crossword puzzle included this clue: Weapon of mouse destruction. The answer was “trap.”