tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post2406153158332282510..comments2024-02-21T00:18:55.322-08:00Comments on sweet potato pie: Ickkatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15592401463121063648noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-54631973783998105692009-02-22T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-22T07:34:00.000-08:00In Florida they call them "palmetto bugs" and they...In Florida they call them "palmetto bugs" and they are like the state bird or something. You can't get rid of them, they are just everywhere. People just make their peace with them.Fancy Schmancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12820338705876627799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-76914034029816497052009-02-21T15:31:00.000-08:002009-02-21T15:31:00.000-08:00Jodi is right. There is never one and those bugge...Jodi is right. There is never one and those buggers and they LOVE hot weather. <BR/>When I was in Grand Cayman for a few weeks, they were huge, they were everywhere and loved to come out at night and dance on the walls----I could hear them clicking. When I left there, I shook out all my clothes as I packed and when I got home, unpacked in the driveway, sprayed everything with bug spray, raced to the washer and washed everything in hot water. I was lucky, never found any later but I was terrified !<BR/>Y U KDeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03600056896841452538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-60513417672490589502009-02-21T13:10:00.000-08:002009-02-21T13:10:00.000-08:00Yuck! That's horrifying - I don't think I would ha...Yuck! That's horrifying - I don't think I would have been able to be so brave.Pippahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12883508561700901694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-74402106692773379092009-02-21T13:07:00.000-08:002009-02-21T13:07:00.000-08:00Oh Bonnie...thank you so much for sharing that sto...Oh Bonnie...thank you so much for sharing that story. ;) hee!katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15592401463121063648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-41721535037183496862009-02-21T10:27:00.000-08:002009-02-21T10:27:00.000-08:00When my two "angels" were in the 3rd &am...When my two "angels" were in the 3rd & 4th grade we lived in Hawaii and I definitely got post dramatic stress syndrome. A pregnant lizard ran out from under the toaster and ran under the dryer. I know she was pregnant, because not too long after that there were a few baby lizards. They played on the large black beams in the ceiling, and when the kids would listen to a cowboy show on TV they would be on the beam overhead and chirp until the noise ended. But the real stress came many years later when visiting Maui. When I got up in the morning there was a lizard 'trail' across the top of my pillow! Better there than my face.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18286799860475064314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-90253110843357375872009-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:002009-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:00I'd have passed out.I'd have passed out.Linda https://www.blogger.com/profile/02621759758383590695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-83748006081216604202009-02-19T14:36:00.000-08:002009-02-19T14:36:00.000-08:00Ugh, the number of times I've had to clean up a de...Ugh, the number of times I've had to clean up a dead mouse, rat, or squirrel that our cat has brought in calmly and without freaking out so I don't freak my son out has to be approaching the double digits by this time. I love that cat, but damn.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494663141817723073.post-3018407445754134812009-02-19T11:07:00.000-08:002009-02-19T11:07:00.000-08:00Well, you know don't you, if there was one, there ...Well, you know don't you, if there was one, there was 100...Jodihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00100400622483378937noreply@blogger.com