May 18, 2010

• Notes from a Northerner # 101

  I knew I’d grown increasingly acclimated to the South, when I pulled down my attic steps, and a dying, half-roasted, three-inch cockroach fell into my hair and landed on the floor. The last time I saw one that big, I screamed. You couldn’t get me within ten feet of one. This time, I sprayed him with roach killer until he died, and swept him into a dustpan. I am growing as a person.

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