I went to look at my new apartment again yesterday. I was worried the landlord may have been really super clever the first time I saw it and vacuumed up any cockroach parts that were around. Luckily it still seemed clean and roach free.
Unlike my current home which, while roach-free, is now housing a lizard. Weíve come to an agreement on his staying at my house: he has agreed not to ever crawl on my face while I am sleeping and lay lizard eggs in my ears and in return, I have offered him the chance to stay in my home rent-free. I think itís a good arrangement.
I have decided to name him Swifty. If you canít name a lizard in your house, whatís the point in even having one? Exactly.
The Dog remains unimpressed.
Iím going to the thrift store to buy a new thrifty sofa tonight. Wish me something orange.
2006-03-22 at 11:48 a.m.