Things Ignored
Let's face it, there are certain things that family members react to by burying their heads in the sand. How about that toilet paper roll with the last frayed sheet clinging on for dear life--just in time for your coffee to kick in. Or that last tablespoon of milk in the milk carton. Or why is it that every cereal box always has a quarter of a bowlful that just lingers for months unless it's Fruity Pebbles, Cookie Crisp or some other brand loaded with chemicals that make our kids glow in the dark, spin like a top, and get fat? And seriously, is it just me or do you all find empty oatmeal, fruit roll-up and other boxes in your food cabinets? What's so hard about tossing it in the trash? I have three dogs who, ike Ozzie's played hookey when we covered the whole housebreaking thing. But my family will give a wide berth to every turd and yellow puddle, even if it's on our finest silk carpet. Roaches, the same thing. It's like these things have become lepers or nuclear reactors ready to blow. I've done all sorts of experiments to see how long these things would remain in a state of ostracism and they al may as well have become permanent household fixtures or adopted family members. I say this all, because there's a roach by my chair right now. An ugly brown fat one with his legs all curled up in a disgusting death pose. I can't look to closely at it or I'll throw up. I hate cleaning vomit out of my keyboard. So I squint when I look at the creature, deciding whether to give it the old burial at sea, toilet e-ride. You are now witnessing that final decision. I will not touch the hideous thing. I can't stomach it. So I'll just wait until it decays into a pile of dust that is no longer recognizable as a disgusting disease ridden pest, because maybe someone will actually suck it up in the vacuum cleaner, or I'll wait until my husband gets home. I can just shoult "roach" and he comes in running like Sir Lancelot on a might white steed, crushes it if it's still writhing (I have to cover my ears because I hate that crunching sound) and swoops it up in a paper towel to dispose of it. My hero.