Srakazit (an old post I forgot to post, but still find amusing)

Shan and I made the mistake of leaving our apartment in the hands of two Moroccan men (our lesser halves) while we were away in Arkansas. Moroccan people, in case you didn't know, are very zen about las cucarachas, believing it's possible for people and las cucarachas to live together in harmony.

"It's the heat," they say. "Srakazit he live here in the summertime."

The Moroccans only acknowledge the existence of las cucarachas in that they rinse off dishes before using them. You know, in case las cucarachas have scurried across said dishes.

Okay, this harmonious faux-symbiotic live-in-peace bullshit is NOT okay with me. So we have been emptying cans of Raid around the house left and right, probably killing ourselves and our future-unborn babies with the fumes. Don't care. Must kill roaches.