It's a roach.
And it's on my laundry room floor.
One of the best parts of living in "the middle of nowhere" was the absence of bugs. Besides the ants, the two week long housefly invasion every August, and the occasional spider, there really weren't bugs. I bet I could count on my hands the number of mosquitos I killed in my house during the six years we lived there.
Since living "down South" we've already encountered roaches (all outside...until now), black widows, Hobos, and the kids say they saw a brown recluse. We also have a black collared lizard living in the cinderblocks next to our sandbox.
Todd says they found a tarantula in the kitchen where he works.
A lady in front of me at Walmart was buying some kind of product because she found a scorpion in her garage.
I think a scorpion would put me over the edge...
