I haven't been this unsettled since Captian Underpants was here.
I just had a great couple stay. They visited the daughter and her family in Chicago. To shorten the story, they put their grocery bag with left over pizza and vegetables, and a couple other items on my breakfast table just before heating it up and eating.
This morning the husband kills a roach ON MY TABLE. We don't have roaches and the idea that one just hitched a ride is just making me nuts. We spray for insects a couple times a year. This isn't just a can of RAID, we get the good stuff and he puts it in a backpack sprayer and goes around the house inside and out.
In the '80's I lived in Killeen, Texas. My appartment was infested with roaches and I've have a thing about them ever since.
With the exception of the roach the people were great. But --- roaches!!! {scream} :::pulls hair out:::
---> That's how I look at most guests, like cousins. And you know, some of those cousins are kooks.