So its going on a year since we installed our floors and we still don’t have baseboards up. This summer I have noticed some particularly creepy creatures inside our house. I would feel like a failure of a housekeeper if I hadn’t heard from a couple friends that they’ve seen an influx of the same gross, icky bugs. On three separate occasions I’ve seen a different type of cockroach emerge from the crack between the wall and the floor. One winged brown cockroach. Then a large wingless brown cockroach. And then, a special treat–in my closet a huge black cockroach that was weighty enough to make audible clicks on the bamboo floor as it tried to escape my revolted, crazed wrath. Armed with adrenaline and a shoe I’m a pretty fierce warrior. So far bugs 0, Jessica 3. I don’t even have to say how repulsive it is to kill a bug with an exoskeleton. It sends a shiver right through my spine. Yuck. So last night I was up way too late and noticed a brown blur skittling out of the crack between the floor and the wall in the family room. I dropped my carving tools and braced for a fight. The little brown thing was… hopping? A closer look revealed something even more horrifying–the thing was… fuzzy. I was right on top of the creature before I realized that it was a little brown frog, covered in dust and lint. Awwww. I’m not sure why frogs bring out compassion and bugs bring out primal rage. I captured the frog in a cup and immediately brought it to the sink to wash it off. I have no idea how a frog got into an inner wall of my house. Frankly, its rather disturbing. I only hope it was feasting on bugs while it was there. After bathing the little frog who was visibly relieved to have its rubbery little body texture restored I set the mysterious little creature free in my front yard. That frog is lucky I’m an adult now. I found a slug on my bedroom floor when I was a kid and claimed it as my pet. FYI: Slugs go from dead to fuzzy piece of mold remarkably quickly.
July 8, 2008...6:53 pm
creeping things
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