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.