so over the weekend my dad took his mustang out of my garage so i figured i'd box up some stuff. from boxes i took from work. i'm on my porch with said boxes and i hear this rustling around. looked in the box, about 30 very large and probably winged cock-a-roaches trying to climb the box walls. i dropped the box and dumped all these cock-a-roaches on the deck. my front door was open. well you can probably guess what happened. i had thought i'd killed them all. got home from mother's day, turned on the lights, two mother fucking cock-a-roaches darted under my couch. i killed them dead. but i'm still skeeved the fuck out.
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ok, off to aptos.