It began with a little one, just one, two weeks ago.

He scurried off the counter when the light came on. Fast little booger.

Then his brothers showed up. And his cousins. And his uncles, and aunts, and third cousins and the rest of his extended family. Now, we have a virtual invasion going on.

Making a cake last night, one ran across the counter. Sitting on the couch one ran across my leg (I HATE that!); one was in my shoe, another was on my TOOTHBRUSH!

Roaches! I hate them!

They are going to die…