kudos on your ladylike restraint. and bryce dallas howard's hands are easily explained once your realize she's not a real person; it's just ron howard in drag.
this seems like divine punishment for eating at chain restaurants while in NYC. you can take the girl from tulsa but you can't take the...never mind.
asside from that, sarah, you are way stronger than me. i would have overturned the table in my effort to position that demon carcas as far away from me as possible. i'm not sure if it would have been before or after positioning the contents of my stomach as far away from me as possible as well.
Today, I saw a spider the size of satan on this woman's baby, and when I alerted the mother, she was like "Oh, will you get it off for me?" I fully had to leave my bagboying early today to scrub my skin off.
I almost feel your pain.
back in 'nam, they had roaches. that wasn't the worst part even.
loved that entry. how fucking disgusting! I am proud you kept it together...don't know if I could.
my chevy's food story is that somehow they managed to cook a small toothpick Mexican flag into my veggie quesadillas once. I seriously almost impaled the roof of my mouth on it..not funny.
I feel your pain. I also feel all creepy and dirty just reading that. Kind of like the time I stayed at my ex- boyfriend's flat, and I felt something tickling my leg. In bed. In the middle of the night. Something small, with six scratchy little legs and whopping great anteannae. I didn't stay over much after that.
Yes. Because all I did in Tulsa was eat at Applebee's. What the fuck. Good Mexican food in New York is impossible, so I see nothing wrong with settling for Fresh-Mex and a Corona.
You are a champion! They are totally one of the grossest insects out there, except maybe potatoe bugs. Cuz them suckers are crazy-woke up next to one when I was a kid once and can't stand to see them live ever since.
Im so glad i wasnt eating while reading this post. Im impressed with your restraint. I wouldht have handle it so graciously.
You found a roach in your fajitas at Chevys, I got into a loud, screaming fight with my girlfriend at Chevys that led to our breaking up. I guess the moral of the story is: Those dirty fucking Mexicans.
i may actually have puked right there at the table.
you ever wonder what kind of disgusting shit we all eat without ever noticing?
i am so with moo on this one. i would have thrown up right there! you're very brave and a heroine and i envy you. but shouldn't you sue that place being american and all? ;o)
List of restaurants I will never visit: Chevy's, check!
aaaaaaaand another restaurant gets added to my don't-go-there-even-if-you-have-to list.
If it makes you feel any better, I will now have La Cucaracha stuck in my head for probably the next three to five days.
And I know all the words.
Dammit.
Whenever I hear the word cucaracha, I think of All New International Log from Ren & Stimpy: "Las cucarachas entran, pero no pueden salir!"
three-fourths?? THREE-FUCKING-FOURTHS!! from now until my last breath my nightmares will be filled with three-fourths.
three-fourths!
oh dear god. finally someone who is as afraid and freaked out and disgusted and terrified of roaches as me! but you are really braver, because i am too scared to even kill them with spray because what if it flies right at my face? i don't know if the flying ones are everywhere, but in new orleans they fly. a lot. at faces.
My reasoning is anything you can spray can be used as a weapon I've killed roaches with Scrubbing Bubbles and Easy Off. I figure that if you coat anything with enough foam, it'll at least asphyxiate. Thanks for making me think of roaches FLYING AT MY FACE now, though. Another reason I can never live in New Orleans. (The first being the afro it makes out of my hair.)
You didn't go home and induce vomit? I think I might have. Or atleast the very thought of having almost eaten a fucking roach would have made me want to puke.
I once found a moth in my broccoli and cheese crepe. It wasn't nearly as gross as yours (but shit nothing can beat the roach in the fajita story) but it was still gross and made me want to go home and induce vomit.
How horrifying. I once found out the extra crunch in a blueberry muffin I was eating was half of a cricket. I spat out a leg...
Congratulations on keeping your shit together. But I have to admit that your story somehow makes me want to go down to that Chevy's (which I have been many times -- you're right about Mexican food in New York) and order the fajitas (which I have many times). I'm sure that says something about my need for belonging that I won't get to until my third or fourth year of psychotherapy. Or maybe I just want to live life as if I'm a permanent contestant on Fear Factor.
You never once mentioned throwing up, which, of course, I would have done immediately. BRAVO!
As incredibly sorry as I feel for you, I also feel that twinge of jealousy... everyone else here seems to have a story of near-bug-consumption and I don't! The worst I ever had was a human hair baked in a cinammon roll, although Ryan did have a cricket leg in a hot chocolate once, but that's what you get from skanky donut stores.
Is it stupid to feel slighted?!
I so would have lost my shit. In fact, it didn't even happen to me, and I'm losing my shit. Holy shit. Oh god. A roach. In fajitas. Oh god.
Oh my. I kinda puked a little just reading this. I am truly sorry and hereby name you hero of all who are terrified/disgusted by cockroaches.
I am many things, but a puker is not one of them. I have puked maybe three times in my life that I remember.
The only thing worse than finding a bug in your dinner is finding it toward the END of your dinner... Still, you kept your shit together, not to mention your stomach contents, much more ably than could reasonably have been expected. Bravo! (Or, perhaps more relevantly, "Salud!")
Have you seen the commercial for some fancy-pants vanilla ice cream where they show all the dried-up vanilla bean pods with what may possibly be snow falling gently down on them? DO THEY NOT LOOK LIKE COCKROACHES? I have to point that out every time it's on TV: "Dude. Roachsicle Ice Cream again."
simple green kills ants instantly. never tried it with roaches. and it's non toxic.
so i can be environmentally friendly when exterminating god's little creatures from my home.
Oh. My. God. What a frightening, frightening story. Now I'm going to feel like there is a roach crawling on me for the rest of the day at my desk.
Good job for not freaking out. I'm sure the restaurant appreciated it...
I think I probably would have just ate around it, I mean, if it's been properly cooked, it can't kill me, right?
As for asphyxiating a roach, I don't know if that actually kills it or just shuts it down for a bit. I'm intensely curious though, I think I'll trap some and make one of those tri-fold Junior High science project things about suffocating roaches and report back to you. (Regardless of what I find, I'll tell you it kills them, for your sanity)
i'm with underwearNinja on this one. i was all ready to keep eating my smokin' salmon fajitas, but i figured Sarah might barf. had i known the historical fortitude of her stomach of steel, i'da finished my tortilla
I wouldn't have barfed, but I would have felt obligated to tell that blonde from later on that night.
this story was excellent. i'll be sure to not ever go to chevy's again.
once i was at a cheapo deli place and i got an m and m cookie. i sat outside waiting for my friend's mom to pick us up and as i took a bite of my cookie (now halfway gone), i noticed one of my m and m's had antenna. and wings. so i screamed as any 15 year old would and then went back to the deli to tell them. they offered me another cookie (wtf?) so we gave it to my friend's little brother.
Chevy's website has a link that invites one to "listen to the sound of Fresh Mex!" I had half-hoped they might have changed the music to La Cucaracha, played to retching noises coming at rhythmic intervals, but alas, not the case currently.
Oh mY God SARAH!!!! Do you remember all the fun times we had in Tulsa when we used to go to T.G.I. Friday's like EVERY other night. And you TOTALLY had a crush on the guy with the 'flock of seagulls' haircut and all those pieces of flair?
thank GOD we never went anywhere besides the chains...I mean I'm so sure, as if.
Bleaurahghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.
Agghaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuchhhhhhhhhhheeee.
Mewwwwwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaacccccccchhhhhhhhhhhh.
My skin is crawling for you. BLECH!!
Eh, they eat roaches in china, in ever imaginable way. You name it, they have it.
I had scorpion once.
Mooo-ahahaha
I am the king of disgust
Just this weekend, I was eating some lovely Indian food, and found a neatly folded-up bandaid in my bowl of vinegary chopped vegetable side salad. If they did not want to do take-out, they could've just said so. Because ugh! Also, eww! I'm still not over it.
You are one fucking funny woman. I felt so sorry for you, but I couldn't help myself from busting out in coke-spewing mirth.
I love the part about the sizzling platter and the horror in everyone's expressions. I can picture that scene in slow motion.
Great post.
Speaking of nasty shit in your food, did you know that, on average, a candy bar contains six insect legs? Keep that in mind the next time you see a Snickers commercial.
Kudos. I most certainly would have freaked out, because a pretty well known secret about me is that I am terrified of dead bugs. Live bugs, oddly enough, are ok, just.not.dead. I think roaches, however, are horrible in any stage of life. Insects in food is...*shudders.* My mom sent back a salad once because it had a woodchip in it, and I'm going to go tell her to suck it up, because it could be, much, much worse.
Holy Crap woman...that woulda listed as one of the top 10 horrible things to happen. I have issues with roches, what with one climbing up my leg at the theater *groan* and then another quite happily in my mouth with a big bite of a burger....*double groan* Not only did i induce puking (which was comepletely useless) but I also washed my my mouth out with soap and for months was paraniod about the roach smell...*shudder*
Ok, the point of this ramble being: feel blessed you didn't eat it.
I like how you were so discrete - and the employees and manager paraded out one by one to check it out - I'm sure that didn't look suspicious at all. heee
and by the way - hairspray is an interesting bug killer (especially spiders) - their legs stick together and they stay where you sprayed them (until a roommate comes home to pick up the lifeless body) ::shudder::
It's going to take me many Coronas and many days to get over the conjoined imagery of carmelized onions and cockroaches that you have now emblazoned on my brain...oh why, why? Like an innocent diner the innocent reader suffers from second-hand roach trauma. I can't even spell out the whole word.
I was 3/4 of the way through your piece before I realized I would never eat fajitas again.
Hey man, if a person can cry from reading Anna Karenina then a person can be scarred by a dining horror that is just too well written for its own good.
The fragment 'damp purple waves of panic' does not even begin to compensate for what might be my lifelong association of the MOST delicious way of making onions with something utterly, utterly loathesome.
I'm going to go boil my tongue now.
That is a brilliant idea! Hairspray to keep em immobilised! I shall give that one a try the next time i'm assaulted by them roaches.
Hey, damp purple waves of panic. very very noice.
I'm a graduate of the U.S. Air Force survival school (bug eating encouragesd), and a former resident of a couple of Latin American countries, so a bug in my food is less offensive to me than someone cuting me off in traffic. Put it into perspective: Getting shit-faced drunk on margarits is worse for you than eating a handful of roaches.
i'm speechless..
Oh Sarah, you possess the unique ability to put me in hysterics and at the same time make me want to barf. Come back to Texas, where we may have roaches aplenty, but you'll never find one in FAJITAS, that's just blasphemy.
God is absent from his house today. I'm so using that line in conversation soon.
Oh how I wish I could have kept it together the other day when a roach was crawling on me in our truck. I almost made hubby drive off the road. I was screaming at him to pull over, where I proceeded to jump out and do the heebie dance in some parking lot. bleh.
Hate those bastards, and living in Florida...well, I better somehow get used to them.
Hubby gives me a lot of grief over how I react to them. So imagine my joy when one night, he was trying to corner one of those BIG ones that fly...and it landed on him. He started screaming like a girl and flailing around. Hilarious...
:O)
1. bryce. dallas. howard. that's three male names (well, dallas?), so man-hands are a given.
2. i just opened a box of sweatshirts here at work and was confronted with what i thought was a roach at first, but turned out to be a HUGE cricket. it was too big to even smash, so i had to carry the box over to the door and shoo it out... but now i have visions of hundreds of crickets crawling out of my pile of sweatshirts. ICK.
I hate crunchy bugs... you win an award for staying calm.
RE: Tracy's statement that the only thing worse than finding a bug in your dinner was finding one toward the END of your dinner...........
I would think that the only thing worse than finding a bug in your dinner would be finding HALF a bug in your dinner!!
Maybe there were two.
Um, I'd just like to say that I have always really liked Chevys, their chimichangas were great for a chain restaraunt, but now I fear I may never ever be able to go back!
~Diz
Diz
Never posted before, I found your site through Dooce. I've spent the past two days reading all your archives. I feel lame that my life totally pales in comparision, but then, I'm married. But even when I was single I didn't have the kind of fun times that you do. Not that I'm all that jealous or anything.
Anyway, I despise cockroaches, as well, and I don't think I could have kept my shit together as well as you appear to have. Kudos!
Ah, the roach fear. I cannot abide the foul little creatures. In Miami, they have the big roaches- tree roaches - that used to invade my apartment. The worst sound in the world? Hearing those little roach legs and carapace rattle against the bathtub floor late at night. Ugh. Just ugh. My sympathies.
i would have done one of two things:
1. dropped dead on the spot from heart failure; or
2. denied it was happening, repressing the memory so far down that another personality would immediately spring forth from my psyche in order to deal with an incident so traumatic.
i share your feelings. there is something inherently evil about them.
hey sarah - i read this before we went out to dinner, and i have to admit that before i ate my quesadilla (not a fajita, i know, but whatever) i opened it and thoroughly inspected the inside.
& also, you're such an OKLAHOMA REDNECK for going to chain restaurants constantly.
Holee. Fucking. Shit. That is the scariest thing I have ever, ever read, and I will never eat food again. Fear of Roaches= Best Diet Ever. Oh my God, oh my God, you poor thing.
impressive, that's totally worse than my impromptu dead mouse on the bedroom floor wherein my shit was completely unmaintained. brava.
i will cut the next fucker that says something about Sarah and me going to chain restaurants. there is a dearth of tex-mex in this fucking city, and we want some good chips y salsa sometimes.
the people saying this are probably the same bitches who eat lunch at Au Bon Pain and Cosi everyday.
YES YES, that Howard chick DOES have manhands! It's not just me who noticed!
Oh God I am the same way! You have to read about my honeymoon
the sizzling plate of fajitas is my favorite part of this story. i imagine that couple to be the dictionary definition of crestfallen.
also, i am not a puker either, and boy, is it shitty to be sick and not be able to puke. though god bless my natural resistance to hangovers.
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http://papernapkin.typepad.com/papernapkin/2004/07/what_bugged_me_.html
bricklayer: SARCASM.
i eat at taco bell everyday myself.
Ugh and well-written ugh at that.
I cannot puke at will and would have desperately wanted to do so under the circumstances.
My secret to city living: put fresh, whole bay leaves in your cupboards and behind appliances. Apparently roaches do not like the smell and avoid them. Every little bit helps.
On a related hated-bug note, fennel seeds in your carpets and upholstery keeps fleas from breeding in your space. I learned the hard way of course. There was this flea infestation when I was a kid who had so happily brought home her very first kitten from a farm. Oh the horror of listening to those little jumpers rustle the papers next to your bed...
Here is a suggestion: Next time go see the movie Napoleon Dynamite, and eat dessert at Chikalicious.
Oh yes, I never was able to find decent Mexican food in NYC - and sometimes you do need a fix.
Worst fajita story: Mexican restaurant on Steinway Street in Astoria. They ususally had a mariachi band, but doubt there was a Mexican in the kitchen. Munching on fajitas with friends & downing margaritas. Gina says, "These don't taste right" (she's eating chicken) I reach across & take a piece of fowl. "Tastes okay to me." The guys do the same, "Tastes good." Only Gina ended up in the emergency room...
I've too many buggy stories - and I feel the same way about roaches & "water bugs". I have been known to scream about them.
Years ago a friend & I were outside the NYSE building at lunch time. We'd gone into a tobacco store (I wonder if it's still there) and she picked up a chocolate bar, I got a granola bar. We're standing out there, bs'ing & watching people. She says, "How's the granola bar?" I say, "Tastes like sawdust." Then I look at the thing that I've been gnawing on. It was alive - the whole damn bar was crawling... I risked a fine, and spit all over Wall Street.
being English, i dont know what it is like to encounter a roach. we just dont get them over here. and judging by all these yucky stories, im guessing its a very good thing. but i did once find some small bug things in the sugar bowl. after i had just used it. ewww.
And im taking your judgment of The Village as a sign not to see it. it didnt loo too good anyway. i think i guessed the twist from the trailer.
i bought a ticket to see the village yesterday, but somehow ended up seeing the second half of harold and kumar go to white castle instead. when it was over, i realized it had only taken an hour, and told the sweet, idiot box office boy i wanted my money back. i got it too.
Wait, hold on. There are no roaches in England? At all? I was already thinking of moving there next, but I think it just shot up my list.
Congrats on the maintenance of shit and on the great writing.
Our cat Princess (now re-named Voltar, Killer of Voles) brought home a little present. I stepped on it, in bare feet, it popped. Shit was kept only because my accomplice was present. One mustn't do the heebie dance in front of the lady folk.
Are German cockroaches really from Germany? Because maybe the Nazis should've dropped some of those motherfuckers on London.
No roaches? I can't even fucking begin to comprehend life without roaches. And/or silverfish.
I'm not sure which is worse, that you too got suckered into The Village or that you ate food cooked in roach-juices.
I ripped on The Village here (http://www.thebeautifullull.com/index.php?p=19), if anyone cares.
i was about to say that in all the time i spent in england i can't even remember seeing A bug, roach or otherwise.
One more "found: gross thing in my food" story. Happened to a friend of mine who went to a new pizza place that was supposed to be "so good". She's chewing away on her slice and says "hey, there's something chewy in here." Turns out to be a bloody band-aid that was cooked into the crust.
I was idly laughing at someone else's misfortune until the comment about "...being cooked in roach-juices." ew. just ew.
For some reason I seam to recall my (previous) british roommate saying that there were roaches, but only on one side of the river. Yes, I know, I know, it sounds made up, but I think he was serious. Why the vicious bastards can't make their way across the god damn river is beyond me - assuming it is indeed true. Can't roaches pretty much accomplish anything sans the brain and all?
I hate these horrible creatures. I have yet to see one in San Francisco, however, and that pleases me greatly.
you are a remarkably well-mannered young woman with unbelievable restraint.
Confirmed...we have four englishmen in my office and we all just finished a rousing conversation about, you guessed it, roaches. It appears they really don't have roaches over there. They also mentioned never having to deal with termites either. Pretty cool...
i can't stand how funny this is!
Now that the 'bug in food' talk is growing old, I'd like to hear the one where Bricklayer cuts some rude internet folks for mocking his choice of dining establishments.
I'm afraid of moths. Deathly afraid. As in, that one time, when there were 6 moths flying around my car because my mom had picked up a box of house-stuff from the garage of her aunt and put it in our backseat, I almost drove off the road and killed all of my passengers.
And as in, there has been a newspaper sitting on my front porch for 3 days because the last time I touched it, a moth flew out of it, and now I refuse to deal with the situation.
Congrats on holding your shit together.. I would have barfed, screamed, cried, made a huge scene by using profane, horrible words that girls shouldn't say and then, I would have sued. Or something. You're a hero, may we all have your grace if we encounter a situation like that!
makes me so glad I never actually ATE the food at that Chevys when I lived in NYC lol I know which one you are tlaking about ack! I only drank gratuitously there lol...*hugs* big kudos to you I would have freaked the F out...complete totally maybe even flung some of the nasty roach infested food on the wall in a panic!
Agree, good Mex is hard to find in NYC. There are a few rare places... but my suggestion is to go to El Rio Grande, have several (really fucking strong) margaritas, then you'll be feeling so good that if you find a bug in your food, you'll probably want to take it dancing.
What a HOOT of an entry! Awesome awesome story. Actually, I lived through pretty much that EXACT SAME tale when I was 11 and my family visited NYC for a wedding, and ate a meal in what we all defined as a "fancy" restaurant. The roach -- which sounds like an exact predecessor of your roach -- was tucked neatly into my stepfather's rice pilaf. There was much sudden leaping up from the table. There were many heebie jeebies. There was a rapid exit from the restaurant without being charged for the meal.
And now, years later, there is me, in Minneapolis -- an occasional diner at our local Chevy's restaurant -- wondering if I should maybe direct my Mexican food-eating elsewhere.
Eeeeeshshshshssshhh.
oh heavenly father, I will never eat at chevys again. I had a roach crawl across a table at Spoons resturant the other day in Fresno CA. The waitress didn't seem surprised at the least. I barfed in the parking lot, and can still taste the tortilla soup just like it was yesterday.
Ewww, ewww and omgosh ewwww!
I'm sorry, but - that was fucking RAD. The story.
Is Mama Mexico's still around? You could try there instead. And they might just pour tequila down your throat.
Sarah you have a gift - thanks for the sidesplitting read.
Seriously though, having worked in the food industry for years (and having unintentionally served a large hairy brown roach buried in a side of fries to a friend) I can assure that anyone has eaten out (not just at Chevy's) has eaten roach, roach byproducts (i.e. roach poo), roach poison or worse. What could be worse? Rat droppings, Cook byproducts, bolts, the list is endless and it has all made its way inside us. We must never speak of this again as this way maddness lies.
Its enough to make a feller want to become a breatharian and renounce food altogether.
http://www.breatharian.com/breatharianism2.htm
No one's even mentioned house centipedes yet...
I can maintain my shit in public when I see a roach. But in my food? While I'm already eating?
So, you think you deserve a blue ribbon? No. You deserve an Emmy, a Tony, an Oscar and every damn international equivalent.
I remember hearing once that cockroaches were the only insects that would be able to live through a nuclear war. Don't know if it's true but it kinda figures. The one in your fajita was probably only sleeping!!!
I recently went to Chicago with a friend, had a tire blow out on the tollway and then got swarmed by ticks (two women, in dresses in 85 degree mid-west humid weather, on the side of the hiway that is frequented by lots of big, fast, semi's)while trying to get the tire changed. But, I'd still rather endure that, instead of a roach you can skateboard, on in my 3-foot personal fucking space ANY DAY. YUK.
Oh, finally! Someone else with a Moth Phobia... I knew I wasn't crazy.
I think I have OCD...or something. I was not able to maintain my shit when I saw 99 comments, so I had to make it an even 100. Whew!
Suzy--I have another version of that problem. When it is close to the hour (e.g., 4:48) I have this habit of fucking around until it's exactly the hour (5:00). Then I can work again. So as you can imagine, I don't get a lot done.
While I was living in Greenpoint a coworker and I (who also lived in Greenpoint) discovered this site:
http://www.nyc.gov/html/doh/html/rii/index.html
If you click on "Find Restaurant Inspection Results Online" (second link) You'll discover all sorts of very unpleasant information your favorite (or not so favorite) restaurants. For example Triangolo Pizza (right around the corner from where I lived - ate there often) received this violation:
"Evidence of roaches or live roaches present in facility."
We spent an hour or so one day putting in every establishment we could think of. Pretty interesting site if you're ever curious. :]
I live in an area in California so mild that roaches really don't like it here. Yet oddly enough, they LOVE our local Chevy's. So I bought their cookbook and make the stuff at home, sans roaches.
I wrote hate mail to M. Night Shyamalan after seeing the Village.
Dear lord. We eat at that Chevy's all the time when we go to the Battery Park theater (which is frequent). Thanks for this post--I shant eat there again.
Lawdy-me, I'm still catching my breath from reading this -- fantastic. When my English husband and I moved to Texas, it took me forever to convince him that rinsing his dirty dishes, at a bare minimum, was an absolute necessity, in that the roaches here in the Lone Star State will take your freakin' head off. He never listened, until one night, he turned on the kitchen light, and found one trotting off with his dirty cereal bowl on its back.
As Marcus whimpered, the creature looked at him and laughed.
To continue to drive home the point, I just read this post to him. He is now curled up in fetal position in the corner of the bedroom, rocking slowly and muttering to himself like Rain Man.
Thank you for this. I may just whip this out if he ever gets out of line again.
Houston here - roach capital of the SW.
I found a pig hair follicle in a tamale once. Another time I got part of a scouring pad in my enchiladas. The last time I got a hair (looked like wig hair) in my fish taco.
Moral of the story is that I do a lot of cooking now.
Icky. Glad to find this site. Extra ways to not work at work. Yay.
My S/O is from south east Asia and has a totally non-chalant view of bugs and food. It's more the norm than you'd think. One night we were out to dinner, and a roach scurried across the table. His response: "Ah, this place is *AUTHENTIC*!" Another time, I purchased some bulk cashews at an Indian market near my job, only to discover (once I got back to my cubicle and inspected my purchases) that in purchasing the cashews I had inadvertently purchased a small "eco-system" of maggots/larvae.
My vomit and bile *NOW* beckons me...
In Junior High, our favorite substitute teacher was from Corpus Christi, TX cuz she would always tell us a cockroach story. One I remember - a guy had a cockroach climb into his ear canal when he was asleep. It obviously woke him up and he couldn't get it out. They took him to the hospital where they turned out the lights, held a light bulb next to the ear, and the cockroach climbed out on his own. Hope he was sedated while this was happening ...
Excellently written. I was both horrified and amused.
NEVER EVA EVA EVA will I eat at Chevy's again.
Or at all for that matter.
Mom once found a roach in her Taco Bell. It took us about 10 years before we ever went back to any Taco Bell, and this was probably 7 years or so after the offending Taco Bell was demolished.
Umm...Ew. My husband and I both are hinky over roaches *brrr* - so we have one of those sticky roller things with long handles you see on infomercials. They work like a charm!
I hate moths too!
One part of me wants to say, hey, it's just a bug like any other. Don't sweat it. Then I start to think about the time I had the worst lobster ever imaginable, which gave me a stomach ache just to look at, and then I left the restaurant to see a giant water bug, literally the size of my palm, clambering downt the steps along with me.
I lost my shit. I live in MINNESOTA, for Christ's sake. There aren't supposed to be any insects in this tundra. Well, except for hoards of mosquitos. And hideous, biting deer flies. And ticks.
Ugh. I'm itchy all over. I have a date with a shower and a scrub brush.