Bugs

I was just reminded forcefully of the reason I want to move North as soon as possible, with the appearance of the summer's first cockroach. I can't say that EVERYTHING is bigger in Texas, but the roaches sure are: about the size of your thumb (quite seriously, though to be honest I've never let one get close enough to my thumb to check), which is way too big for a bug. It looks like you could serve it up with a side of melted butter at Red Lobster.

Both of us hate dealing with roaches (I squeal), but Jen doesn't mind disposing of them once they're dead. I, on the other hand, am about equally freaked out about them live or dead (maybe I'm afraid of zombie cockroaches?), so I can at least relegate the task of disposing of the corpse to Jen. (She's also in charge of any mice/rats in the house, as she spends all day working with them.)