Awoke this morning to the scratching sound of something in the wreath above my bed. It turned out to be a palmetto bug, which looks something like a giant roach but can fly, which promptly fell into bed with me. It looked something like this. From here.
Ew. Additional poison won’t work–they’re so big, they just get slowed down. In fact, that’s probably why it fell this morning. I need to get the branches hanging on the house trimmed back.
I took on a freelance copyediting job, so I’ll probably be lying low for a while. Exceptions:
To go see the latest XMen with the Knogglers Friday.
To see Stephanie and Alex should they come to town this weekend.
To go dancing with Jenny Saturday night.
Hang out by the pool for a bit Monday.
Attend fence-digging/goat BBQ party next weekend.
And probably any other excuse. I mean, really, how can I turn any of that down?
When I’m done with this manuscript, we will have a mint julep party!