I found this little bastard on his back, legs twitching, in my living room. Hopefully she* was either dying a slow death due to the roach poison I stashed in the kitchen, or one of my animals had mauled her disgusting ass.

I’ve seen larger roaches living in Manhattan, but something about this fucker especially skeeved me out.
*Gender determined with my extensive knowledge of insect junk
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Nobody Special said,
January 24, 2009 @ 1411
You know, there’s something about being ill that makes reading your blog a little… unsettling. I’m sorry to say the bacon candle didn’t make me feel much better either. Gah.
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