6.7.06
Me and cockroaches don't get along
I got my first grill last year. Just a 22" Weber, nothing fancy. Seems that I find myself grilling about every weekend. Most of that time was practice in not burning the hotdogs. This past Monday was no different, except it wasn't a weekend. I threw some turkey dogs on the grill and was hoping to get my bratwurst done as well.
"Hoping" you ask? Yes, hoping because it was already dusk when I started...and stuff starts coming out at night.
Just as I started to turn over the first batch of dogs, I seen this biggole, two-inch roach chilling out on my deck's railing. Natually I blew it off and heard it hit the dirt below. A few seconds later, I see it fly up and around the roof.
About a minute later, I see another biggle one just crawling on the deck below. UGH! Fortunately the dogs were about done, so I kick him away and head inside for a sec. Before I go, I shake my shirt and pants to get rid of anything that may have gotten on me.
After about 5 min, I go back outside to grab the dogs off the grill. Biggole roach #3 (as far as I know) flys around my head. I swat it away, grab the dogs, shake off my clothes and take them inside.
While I'm telling the wife and sis-in-law what was happening, I start to feel something crawling around. I rubbed my neck and shook my shirt...Nothing. Felt it again, so I shook more vigerously and out flew that roach!
It landed on the wall and just looked at us. That was the last look, 'cause as the title says, "me and cockroaches don't get along."
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