I woke up at around 3:00 am to find this little dude rubbing his head on my hand. I guess he had gotten in through my slightly open window. I couldn’t tell if he was a stray, but he was so clean and affectionate that I think he may be someone’s pet. Sadly, he was gone when I woke in the morning, but if I run into him again I’ll have to see if he needs a home.
Oh, and I am posting this on my new Motorola Droid! It’s super sweet.
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
Yeah, he climbed into that box on his own. He’s been sleeping in it all afternoon.
I am a 28 year old from NYC who does a lot of nerdy, silly things. You can call me 'aloria.' I am most easily contacted on twitter.
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