When I woke up this morning and staggered into my kitchen, I found a dead cockroach in the middle of the floor. Pumpkin was unconcerned, but to be fair, he’s not allowed in the kitchen during the night.
Anyway, I really hope it’s one of these scenarios: It died from old age (not likely given how it looked), dropped dead because it had too much of my blackcaps, or it committed suicide (is that a thing with roaches?)
If it was neither of these, then there is probably another HUGE hunting spider hiding out in my kitchen. Or it’s worse, and I have mukade centipedes lurking somewhere…
In other news, I’m pretty busy with some writing assignments right now, hence the short post. Don’t worry, I’m otherwise fine, please hold off from the “are you still alive” emails for a while.
Update a week later: The most likely potential culprit has been identified. It was either the massive spider I found in my bathroom two days later, or it was the massive spider I found in my kitchen on Monday. How I know there were two? Because I promptly (well, more or less, the screaming and shaking always takes a while) dispatched the first, the second could be coaxed into the garden with minimal effort (but a lot of shaking after the fact).
That makes 3 massive spiders in my house within 2 weeks. I really hope there aren’t any more…