It seems as though each year, a different kind of Texas wildlife undergoes a population explosion and decides to visit our house.
We had the year of the woods roach. That was pretty unpleasant. The year of the junebugs wasn’t much better, because the dead ones got everywhere and looked disconcertingly like dry-roasted peanuts. There was the year of the snail invasion; that one mostly troubled our neighbors. Much cuter was the year of the eight squirrels, and the year of the geckos was nice too.
This year seems to be the year of the click beetles. Last night one got itself jammed in the laundry basket, and kept me awake clicking against it until I moved the basket out into the hallway.
On Sunday, I was sitting in the living room when one of our female squirrels came to the back door and tapped on the glass to ask for food.
Entirely too cute, so by way of balance here’s a cockroach story:
This morning rothko found a cockroach in her shoulder bag. So of course, she immediately said "Eww! Roach!" and tipped it out onto the living room floor, at which point it retreated to under the sofa. I decided I might be able to get it, but I’d only have a single chance, so I fetched the Dyson. Sure enough, when I moved the sofa it scuttled towards the exercise machine, but the vacuum did the job. My intention had been to release the insect outside, but it turns out that a 1000km/h cyclone leads to incipient cockroach moribundity.
At this time of year they mostly creep in under the front door in search of water. Three this year, which seems to be about the usual number.
Update: I spoke too soon. This evening I noticed Chester staring intently at something in the bottom of his cage…
Threadless.com are having a sale again. And they have another squirrel T-shirt. They know me too well.
They also have the shirt I’m wearing at the moment in stock and on sale: