Don't get me wrong, I love living in the country. But that doesn't mean I love every little thing that comes with it.
I was thinking earlier today that I hadn't seen one of these in the house in quite awhile, and that maybe they were gone for the season. Then tonight I saw one crawling across the living room floor. It was making rapid progress toward a skirted chair, so I ran for the kitchen and grabbed the first glass container I could reach. (A dusty vase, which partially explains why the picture quality is so poor.) I then made a mad dash back to cover the creepy crawler with the upturned vase.
See, as much as I hate these horrid little beasts, I can't crush them. Oh, not because I can't stand the thought of killing them...I pretend no soft-heartedness here. But because when crushed, these suckers leave a stain...even on my brown carpet. So I capture them, and then transfer them to a jar that I keep in the freezer...when transferred to the cold jar, they go night-night instantaneously.
I had no sooner popped this one in the freezer, and returned to the living room, then I saw another one strolling across the room. Arggghh! Ah well. I grabbed the vase again.
We are due a cool front this week. This is what the seasons changing mean to me: in Texas, winter means no creepy crawlers.
I do so love winter!
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