9 June 2006
I put a load of laundry in the washer yesterday evening. At 2:00 this afternoon, while Peach was securely strapped into her high chair, I went downstairs to put the laundry in the dryer. Upon opening the washer, I was confronted by a HUGE COCKROACH, lying on its back, obviously breathing its last (or whatever it is they do – I have no idea if they even breathe). The fact that the beast is dying is good. The fact that it is dying in my washing machine is BAD. Armed with a wad of about 16 paper towels, I remove the creature, which is still twitching feebly, and deposit it in the outside garbage can. One by one, I take each article out of the washer, shake it, and scrutinize it carefully. Then everything goes back into the washer for another wash cycle. I am NOT OK WITH THIS.