They’re baaaaack . . .
That is to say I had a very unpleasant surprise last night when I went to put something in the kitchen garbage bin and … gaaaaa!
This really is awful. As I mentioned over here, until a couple of years ago the usual thing was to find one or two of the fuckers over the course of the summer (and usually ‘patas arriba’ thanks to my dearly departed Lua). But then they started showing up during the summer months very much alive and scuttling. Luckily this only started happening after Nog came here to live because I honestly don’t think I could deal with them on my own.
Anyhow, time to get serious about finding some sort of roach killer (other than Nog) that isn’t harmful to cats.