Tuesday, April 19, 2005

R.I.P. Nytol QuickGel

I have a thing about insects. I don't like them in my house. Especially roaches. They don't make me squeamish or scare me or anything, I just hate them. Even though I keep my house clean and consider myself a clean person, I still, on occasion see one around the house. Not so much in the house, but sometimes in the garage or the back porch. But I digress.
Having this deep-seated hatred of all things roach, I tend to get paranoid whenever I hear noises I deem roach-worthy. For example, I was in the bathroom, doin' my thang when I hear a very faint sound coming from the magazine rack. It sounds (in my mind) like little insect legs scuttling against paper. Aha! It's a roach! I just know it!

So, being very quiet, I lean over the magazine rack and inspect it. I see that the pages of the Word Jumble book are slightly parted, as if something has lodged itself between the pages. This is my chance to pounce! I mash the front of the magazine with my thumb, while pressing my other fingers against the magazine rack for leverage. That's one dead...Nytol QuickGel? Oh. It's not a roach at all. It's a stray Nytol that I dropped a few weeks ago and never managed to locate. Take heed lone roaches! Ahem...


Anonymous LOUP said...

That'll learn them roaches to mess with you by gawd!!

Wednesday, April 20, 2005 12:53:00 PM  

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