Back in Pennsylvania, we are plagued with stink bugs at the change of every season. The sight of a stink bug sets me on edge, and my roommate became quite accustomed to my squeals and ultimate panic when I discovered them in my room. She never failed to arrive with a Kleenex or other stink bug-extinguishing piece of equipment.
I worried about stink bugs in Alabama. It would seem that was for naught. There are no stink bugs here thus far...only cockroaches. Ugly, fat, shelled cockroaches. And I am the one who always seems to spot them! Luckily, Karl has been home every single time. Poor thing hates cockroaches as well. But he mans up and chases them and captures them for me so that he can take them away. I try to help. The last time, we chased a stink bug around the living room until nearly midnight. Armed with a broom, a flashlight, a cardboard box and our own swift feet, we discovered the little bugger was hiding under my dry sink. As soon as he shot from underneath, I threw the box in the air and climbed onto the couch. Karl, my hero, was finally able to capture him and duct tape him in a box.
Afterwards, I tried apologizing profusely for my lack of aid. Karl only gently sighed, in a resigned sort of way, and told me it was all right. I am just not able to look a cockroach in the face yet. Or in the back. Or from behind or on the side. Perhaps some day I will be brave.
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