My life has hit a new low.
Tonight there was a cockroach half the size of Rhode Island inside my dishwasher. And the dishes inside were already clean. Now they're really clean since I had to run the dishwasher again.
Gary is never much help when I try to act like a helpless female around Texas-bred roaches. He just mutters something about "they're God's creatures too" and picks them up and throws them outside. Or sometimes he kills them.