This brings back a memory. I am terribly allergic to a gazillon things. I can remember laying on the doctor’s table and having the scratch test done on my back. Of course, I felt nothing when the doctor was making the little marks in my skin with the scalpel but I looked over at my mom and my little sister (who NEVER acted like she liked me), probably 6 or 7, had these HUGE tears rolling down her face. She thought the doctor was cutting me up and it was hurting. I still see that precious face, big blue eyes and ponytails, with such love and concern in them. Then she got over it.
When we moved to SA, the exterminator came by the house to start our service and I asked him about roaches. He was like “Where are you from??? We don’t have roaches here.“One more thing to love about San Antonio.PS I want your honest opinion on the response to the flamer that I posted today.
Oh lovely, thank you SO MUCH for grossing US out too!! And you want me to be excited about moving back to “flying roach pieces?” Just lovely. I’m considering staying here!!! Honestly, in my thoughts of moving home, I have worried about returning to roaches. They creep me out. And now, this story is just too disgusting for me.