B-52, pt.2
Last nite, I was in the kitchen and C-Man yells out "Mom! A cockroach." Upon inspection, I discover our hairy flying friend from the nite before. This time he's in the hallway and moving a little funny. I grab the Lysol again (Will I never learn?) and head into the hallway with it and a dish towel (just in case it starts to take off toward me). I douse him, he flees to the floor, weakened. A-HA! I submerge him in Lysol and watch his hairy little legs slowly stop twitching. Woohoo! Score one for Mommy! I covered him with toilet paper. Picked him up with tongs and flushed him down the toilet.
See... I don't need a man.
My mood: feisty with a sore back