Metamorphisis

Franz Kafka may have penned the novel, but folks, I’m here to tell you that my house lives the story. Recently my sweet roommates and I have been fighting an uphill battle of us vs. the roaches. Right now the roaches are putting up a strong front, but little do they know that we are closing in on them from all sides. We have sprayed, we have squashed, we have washed, we have sealed, and we have screamed. Now we are bringing in the Realtor to show him the HUGE cracks in our kitchen wall. There is at least, and I’m really not kidding, a 4 to 5 inch gap between the bottom cabinet and the wall. You can actually see the pipes! The abyss behind the dishwasher should have its own zip code and I believe a cross-eyed two year old could have hammered the back boards to our cabinets closer together.

Last night sweet Caroline pulled out the utensil drawer to retrieve a knife – simply to cut her honeydew – and sitting there on our forks was specimen number 483…the roach. She sprayed…it ran…she followed…it died. A small victory for us, but it had the final word as we had to wash the entirety of our utensil drawer. I feel like every shadow has now metamorphosized into our worst nightmare – Not only are they getting more numerous, but they are growing in size! Pray for our safety and sanity as we battle our unwelcome house pests.