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Ants in my car

Lately noticed that I've got ants in my car. Today, when Brandie opened the door, he saw what looked like a colony of ants making a mad scramble to move their food from one part of car to another. There were grains of rice and the ants were moving them to God knows where. Then again, those little white pods could have been eggs. I really need to get my car washed.


Radioactive Mirco Office Roaches

Our office is infested with this tiny roaches. Not the big brown roaches you usually find at home. But little greyish roaches. The other day I saw one of them enter this crack on the microwave oven. My God... the cockroaches are living inside the microwave oven! Can you imagine what kind of mutation they're undergoing? They must be impervious to all kinds of insecticide by now!

I even saw one roach go inside the keyboard of the computer. Talk about bugs in your computer!

These roaches have adapted to office life.

One time, saw a dead roach stuck on a Post-It pad.
Memo to self: I'm dead.

This was their land before we came. Now they're slowing taking it back.

I can just imagine the roaches in the mircowave, tinkering with the settings and controls, and one day, while heating up my adobo for lunch, this beam of microwave radiation will blast me through the wall and I'll morphing into Kafka.

It's 12:17pm.

Lunch.

Time to heat up what's in my lunch box.






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