Frank and Fred

Making new friends in a foreign country is often an exciting and rewarding experience...however, when the new amigos intrude on your territory, jump out at you in the dark, intimidate and at times HORRIFY you, the whole experience can turn bitter in a matter of minutes...Enter: Frank and Fred.
So as one is probably thinking at this time, who are these so-called friends??!!! Well, they are in fact 2 COCKROACHES. Yikes, gross, eeeeew, help, eeeeeek etc....all things that run through my mind as Im happily cooking my little meals in the kitchen and Frank decides to pop in for an unannounced visit while almost giving me a heart-attack, or Fred does his morning run across the counter as im frying an egg.
This entry is more of a venting session than an informative blog. It all stemmed from my morning routine and as I was just greeted by Frank, a matter of minutes ago. My heart is still racing...thank you, friend. As always he and his long-ass antennas raced over the dishes as I reached for a mug. Trying hard not to SCREAM and wake the roomies, I pondered what I should do to better aquaint myself with the two. Well I came to the conclusion that love em' or hate em,' Frank and Fred are here to stay and I must accept them as part of nuestra casa :( OMG...