A few things have been happening at work this last week or so.
Just some background information:
I work in an office with 5 other women (one of which is my mom and another is my sister).
Every single last one of them has this irrational fear of cockroaches.
Our office has a cockroach problem.
So while I was away in the Sierras for Memorial Day, they decided to hire some mercenaries and wage war against these cockroaches. While they were fairly successful at getting rid of the pests, they managed to somehow destroy all of our power outlets. Idiots. But anyway, I’m writing to talk about something else.
The following week, dead cockroaches kept showing up everywhere. My mother being a clean freak and a devout entomophobe was all worked up about it one morning. Around the same time, I happened to bring up the subject of a bird and its two little chicks. (I actually tried to get a picture of her feeding them but my camera decided not to work). My mom replied “I know, I wanted to have the exterminator get rid of them as well.” :eek:
So much for maternal instinct huh? I think they’ve flown away already. Either that, or my mom actually got to them!
