Hoping that when I get to the office tomorrow morning I am not greeted by the same thing that greeted me this morning.
This morning there was a HUGE, HUGE, HUGE cockroach doing the dead roach float in my boss's dog's water bowl.
I had to get rid of it before my boss got there, she would have freaked.
Before I picked that bowl up I nudged it a few times with my foot checking for signs of life. When I saw no evidence I took the bowl to the bathroom to bury that critter at sea...the whole time trying not to look at it and trying not to run down the hall...all I could think of was that silly roach wasn't really dead but merely playing possum and any second I would feel it crawling up my arm...so help me I would have dropped dead in the hall and my poor boss would have found me AND that darn roach.
Why is it that there is never a butch handy at desperate times such as this????
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