I would have taken a picture of our Raisin Bran box…but I have removed all cardboard from the boat
Promise me you won’t get totally grossed out when I tell you about our newest passenger. We have a cockroach on our boat. I debated not saying anything about it, because who would ever admit to having cockroaches in their home?
I knew in my heart of hearts that this day would come…but I really hoped and prayed that it would be delayed (in perpetuity). All the books that I’ve read, especially food oriented books warn about bringing any cardboard onto your boat. Roaches like cardboard…they lay their eggs in cardboard. I think the Raisin Bran box was the Trojan horse in this particular instance.
Jeff and I were having a, I guess I’ll characterize it as a lively discussion when he, nonchalantly, paused the conversation to point out the fact that Tack, our cat, was playing peek-a-boo with a small cockroach on our stairs.
I (predictably) started swearing up a storm (wouldn’t you?). Our castle had been infiltrated by the enemy! Arming myself with a crunched up fistful of paper towels I lunged at it with the intent of crushing it. The roach somehow evaded my clumsy hands (tricky little buggers) and escaped into the depths of the quarter berth.
The good news is that cockroaches don’t really bother me all that much. I don’t really know why. My bug loving brother might have had a more significant influence on me than I care to admit. His daughter Maia has had her heart set on getting a giant cockroach for a pet after she held one at the Pacific Science Center. Like father like daughter. And, I must admit, I also found it kind of cute. Yes, I did just use the adjective cute to describe a cockroach, though I really don’t wish to have one (gigantic or otherwise) as a pet. Bugs get kind of a bad rap.
Jeff and I had dinner at a restaurant in Ensenada that looked like grandma’s kitchen, with the exception that cockroaches appeared to be among the regular clientele. They were chill. They were minding their own business. Not cute so much, but as long as they don’t seek to share a bed with me (or hide themselves in my burrito) I think I’ll be okay…but once we get to Loreto we’re going to pick up some roach poison. I certainly don’t intend for this to be a long-term arrangement.
From this point forward all cardboard stays on land.