For the past few months my front porch has been the hottest local all-night bistro for the hipster feline/procyon set. So I went out front to refill the kibble bowl and I discovered that a few Periplaneta americana or some similar members of the order blattodea have tried to homestead my ‘hood. Big mofos too.
So at 1:15 am I was out in front of my house halfway between drunk and hungover while waging chemical warfare with a spray bottle of home brewed organophosphate and a flashlight. Unlike the last time, I came inside before I had to explain anything to the police.
But I’m pretty sure that the employees and in-patients of the “residential care facility” across the street wonder why I don’t live with them.
Apparently the hottest movie in the country is Walter White vs. Godzilla. I’m betting on Heisenberg.
What are you doing this weekend?