In Los Angeles we have giant roaches, not the little ones that you see on TV… Big ones.. Big.. HUGE! In Florida they even have a designer name for them: Palmetto Bugs. They are roaches! They are usually outside, but three days ago, I spotted one on my kitchen counter and after I screamed (and the dogs came running) I caught him under a glass.
Well he’s still there.. on my counter… under the glass. Every time I go in there, I forget he’s there, see him and jump. I don’t know what to do with him. I believe a manly man would know what to do. I think that’s a pretty good reason to have one around. But for now, it’s just me and the roach, who I’m getting pretty close to naming Earl, and you know what happens when you name them, right? You can’t kill them. And then Earl will be my pet… oops I think I just officially named him.
Welcome to my world, Earl.