As many of my Facebook friends know, there's been a bit of an issue at This Fuckin' House. We've been covertly infiltrated by cockroaches, who are now being less covert. Arrogant little bastards...
Because of this discovery, my anxiety is pretty much through the roof. I'm in this constant state of overwhelmed, disgusted, and homicidal. I literally cannot sleep. At best, I'm awake most of the night and then black out for 2-3 hours. It's not pretty.
On top of that, I want to scourge the earth with bleach and hammers, destroying anything even resembling pestilence. I managed to power through one day of scrubbing down my bedroom, hall, and bathroom into a sort of quarantined safe place. Unfortunately in my continued quest to clean, I discovered another nightmare.
Yaaaaay, mold! This is under my kitchen sink, in the cabinets I didn't want to tamper with until we had finished the cumbersome bathroom project - still TBA. Pretty sure this moisture build-up is what drew those little fuckers in, and tonight we saw one dive into the corner of a cabinet and disappear either underneath or into the walls. Ew.
This whole endeavor has made the Lizard Incident last year seem so silly in comparison. As a matter of fact, I would welcome that noisy fucker with open arms right now if he would handle this roach situation. I would so not care. I'd even make him a nice toasty lizardy abode in the pots drawer under my oven for him to chill in safety. That little guy was so damned considerate, never underfoot, didn't try to steal my noms, and even had a designated potty spot that couple nights he hid indoors. Stanley, if you can read, please come home!
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