So here I am standing at the kitchen sink this morning washing dishes when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye. I instinctively look down and right there on the counter under my face is one of those big fat, ugly, disgusting palmetto bugs that made South Florida famous. You know, the ones the size of small helicopters that aim right for your head if you’re unlucky enough to be in their flight path. Normally I just nonchalantly walk away and load my shotgun… KIDDING! They sure would be great for target practice, anyway. But, this morning it caught me completely by surprise and I dropped the plate and screamed like a girl.
My husband came running, thinking I got electrocuted or burned myself trying to boil water again (kids, don’t try this at home), and when he saw it was just a palmetto bug he promptly killed it. My hero!
Now our cats usually take care of this problem before I run into any of those damn bugs. The deceptively sweet faced Little Girl is actually our best critter hunter. Continue reading