Last night during kitchen clean-up, the girls found a roach on the wall between the ceiling and the refrigerator door.  As soon as I saw it I reached out with a spatula and crushed it, just as they were in the middle of calling one of the boys over to dispense with it so they could enter the fridge.  I don't think it was still alive, but, since it's legs were wiggling, I'm not sure it was quite dead yet either.  To put it out of it's misery, Trevor scooped it up and threw it at two of the girls, who promptly made sure it was dead.  And today is Thursday.  Can you tell?

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Spero meliora.