So it's Saturday morning and I'm cleaning the kitchen.
I've got 4 sticks of butter hanging out on the counter softening as I want to make a double batch of Oatmeal Craisins. I want to give some an elderly neighbor (who has the flu) and also to give some to Deb as a thank you bribe for taking care of the dogs while we're in Florida in a few weeks.
Anyway...I've had a pot of water steaming on the stove for humidity all morning and for some reason I look up to watch the steam rise and I see what appears to be a fairly big bug sticking his head out from between the ceiling and the crown molding.
"Son-of-a-bitch." I exclaim.
"What?" SM hollars from the other room.
"I've got a freakin cockroach taking a steam bath right over the kitchen stove!"
"It's probably dead." SM calls out unconcerned. Clearly dead roaches in my kitchen are not that big of a deal to him.
"No it's not! It just waved it's antenna's at me!!!" I say as I zing by SM to get the vacuum cleaner.
"I can't be making cookies with him looking down on me!"
SM wanders into the kitchen to investigate the crime scene. "It's just a stink bug." He says as I uncoil the electrical cord. "What are you going to do with that?"
"Vacuum him up." I say and try to suck the little bastard into the vacuum with the extender thingy.
"He's holding on for dear life with his little stinky legs." I say over the roar of the vacuum. He's stronger than my Dyson. I must say I'm impressed.
I flip the vacuum off as SM grabs a kitchen chair and my plastic cup from the table. "Hand me a toothpick." He says climbing up on the chair.
"Flick him into the cup." I advised...I didn't want boiling stinkbug in my kitchen.
SM flicked Mr Stinky into the cup where he buzzed around angrily and went out to the back porch where he tossed him outside into the crisp 20 degree morning.
"You saved the day again, Baby!" I told SM with a kiss.
SM has a history of this sort of thing.
Isn't it nice to know that my cookies are baked without extra preseravtives?