Attack of the boy-eating roach...an October tale.

We could start this tale with "it was a dark and stormy night..." but let's face it...this is Houston.

Our story begins with "it was a humid and overdue bedtime..."

I had just sat down at my quill and ink when I heard a ear-piecing scream arise from the garderobe. Worried that some manner of befoulment had imposed itself upon my beloved Boy Wonder, I threw back the chamber pot door and espied a most foul beast.

Known only as Roachzilla, this mythic beast had terrorized much of my youth in West Texas. Quick to dart out from beneath my slippers or jump at me when I threw back a cupboard door too quickly, this foul beast was lost from my memory for the eight long years I lived up north...where harsh, long winters spared us from this dastardly cockroach-iness.

But we had just taken up residence in our new manor house and were not prepared for such savagery. With no manner of defense or protection, we have taken the only recourse left to us...we have slammed shut the chamber pot door and anxiously await the late arrival of the lord of the manor, wherein he will dispatch the creature with due diligence.

Until then, we wait...knowing the creature breathes behind a slim door of nothing more than particle board and lead-based paint...it can hear us. It smells our fear. We cannot hold out much longer...

*quick translation: big a#% roach nearly gave dom a heart attack while he was on the toilet. i was no help, either, so we are waiting for P to come home and kill the damn thing!*