To say that we had a cockroach problem at our previous residence is an understatement. After more than eight years of living in Costa Rica I had never seen so many nor any so huge. There was one type that I affectionately named “the monster” it was that big. You know…the giant kind that look other worldly and appear to be lethargic but are surprisingly quick on their feet. Imagine stumbling into the kitchen half awake in the middle of the night for a glass of water and coming face to face with “the monster”. Eww! Can you say, scream and run? I don’t know which of us was more frightened.
When we were moving out of cockroachville and into our current clean and mostly cockroach-less house, you should have seen the cockroach poop we found! Yuck! They really liked our closet. Eww!
Keeping this in mind, a friend of mine tells me that she was told that cockroaches sometimes eat clothes! What???
So, tonight, as I’m changing Mrs. Sayuri into her pajamas, I notice an odd shaped hole in both her top and bottoms. This is when I put two and two together and realize that a certain Mr. Cockroach might be responsible. Half talking to myself, I say that this could have been a cockroach’s doing – that sometimes they eat clothes. Mrs. Sayuri thinks this is hilarious! She throws her hand over her mouth and has a giggle fest. Hand still over mouth and eyes aglow with laughter she says, “Cockroaches ate my pajamas?” *giggle giggle* I couldn’t help myself and by the end of it we were both laughing.
Although I’m not sure if that is really what caused those holes, for now la cucaracha is getting all of the blame.