trauma: life in nyc

so we had a little bit of a traumatic night tonight. not gunshot wound traumatic or anything, but bad enough. two cockroaches the size of cell phones, one that crawled right through krystal's legs, terrorized us. we only killed one. the other is still on the loose. then we found a dead mouse. christ. i thought it was a dust bunny. it was under the couch. apparently it had been there a while becaue it was petrified. yeah, we don't clean under the little couch very often. only when on the hunt for cockroaches. so we're thinking of getting a cat, even though we both hate cats and krystal is allergic. but naming it killer. short for cockroach killer.