Madness of La Cucuracha

Last night was mad I tell you, absolutely mad! A true case of delirium! I awakened in the middle of the night, I’d say around 3 or 4am, and remembered the stroller was sitting on the porch. This worried me as it is a very expensive stroller and I LOVE this stroller and I couldn’t bear the thought of it getting stolen. I had to wrench myself from my very cozy bed and venture down the stairs, and who should I meet?
That’s right, my arch nemesis, la cucuracha. And not just a meeting, I nearly stepped on him in my bare feet! Ay caramba! I jumped back, my heart pounding. Mind you, the cucurachas in New Orleans are the size of small ponies.
I tried throwing George’s giant shoe at it so it would run, but the little bastard wouldn’t move which left me with only one choice. That’s right folks, it was him or me, and I had to don my warrior gear and smash the little nightmare with George’s shoe, which is better actually than shooting poison at it and having it run, making poison spray all over my house and dragging out a very unpleasant process. Make it quick and painless.
Yuck.
I do hate to kill the little bugger, but what alternative do I have? They terrify me. Irrationally perhaps, but maybe I not so irrationally.
George will spend an hour catching one with a giant bowl and a magazine and throw it outside. I can’t do it. First, that’s way too close contact with something so awful, and second, I would be afraid it would just come back inside, telling all its friends to come along to a great place to live–crumbs everywhere and no danger!
Fiesta Time Amigos! Bring the sombreros!
Of course, my other worry is that other roaches will see the one I killed and come seek vengeance on me. Roach Corleone taking care of “the family.”
Well, I digress.
See, I told you, delirium.
I opened the door and dragged the stroller inside with quite a bit of banging. I couldn’t fall back asleep and so I grabbed my portable DVD player and earphones and watched The Office. I found myself laughing so hard the bed was shaking, awakening George.
This morning, my neighbor called me to make sure everything was allright as all the commotion woke her up as well.
That’s me. The commotion-maker in the middle of the night. And I’m still going on no sleep. I stayed in my pajamas until 3pm.
But even with all the madness, we had the most delicious day.
First, our hibiscus bloomed, which constitutes a national holiday in our household causing a lot of screaming and jumping up and down. We didn’t even think our little hubiscus plant was going to make it and secretly it plotted to bloom the most gorgeous flower you’ve ever seen, stunning us with its beauty.
We made blueberry-bluecornmeal muffins, carved our first pumpkin to kick off Halloween month and roasted the seeds, and baked cookies. So warm.So lovely. The house smelled divine.The kids were hilarious.
Guests dropped by to visit, and I eventually changed out of my pj’s.
Pink pajama mama indeed!