If you're going to live in the SOUTH...

Things are bigger here and when you're talking about insects, that's unappealing. There is a cornucopia of insects down here, and usually, they're bigger. On this particular day we were lucky. The roach we found wasn't bigger than man fingers. Yay! I decided the girls needed some hands on roach capturing practice.

Let's flashback to 2005-ish. Paul & I were newly down south after graduating from BYU. The girls were fast asleep in their room & I was enjoying some computer time. Suddenly, from the back of my computer screen crawled a HUGE ROACH. He looked me in the eyes & twitched his nasty little antler-whisker-things. I did what any well bred lady would do. I screamed for Paul. My knight rode in on his stallion, grabbed it in a tissue, crunched it's exoskeleton for me to hear, then threw the remains in the trash can. My pulse slowed to normal & I delved again into whatever project I was working on. After a moment a very faint scratching sound made me freeze. In my absolute stillness I better heard where the sound was originating... the trash can. I kid you not! I crawled over & put my face right over the top of that thing & I listened as the blasted demon crawled to the top. This time I SCREAMED for I was sure roaches made a pact with the devil & therefore, would NOT DIE! Paul returned to the scene, captured said roach, crunched his exoskeleton yet again, and for good measure FLUSHED said roach down the toilet. It is now Rasmussen household law that ALL ROACHES BE FLUSHED!
Here is how you catch a roach...
1. Locate the little demon.
2. Get a thick wad of toilet paper (remember it has to be flushable!) and assume an apprehensive body position.
3. Give yourself a pep talk.
4. If that doesn't work, listen to Mother yell encouraging statements.
5. If you chicken out, call for a sister.
6. Tell sister to take courage & grab the beast!
At this point, an attempt is made. But, it's a nervous attempt so you won't grab the roach but it will fall off the wall. You will scream because you think it's on you. Meanwhile, it's scurrying around the bathroom floor. This is when mother puts down the camera, grabs the wad of flushable doom, squishes the roach guts all over the floor & she squashes it! Ha, ha! Then she flushes whatever remains she can find. End of roach. Let all roaches who read this post beware of the Rasmussen house. We will find you, we will crush you, multiple times if necessary, and we will flush you. Guaranteed!