Righteousness

I awakened from my sleep feeling little feet walking down my fingers. I flung the invader aside, jerked on the light, and pounced out of bed. There she was crawling around looking for a hiding place. Taking my shoe, I thundered down with the sword of Lord and righteousness. Great was the mashing thereof. Madame Cockroach ascended to heaven.

By the time I found the bug spray and came back, she was gone. Even her body!

The do a good job of “Orkinization” around here, but every now and then a scout will sneak through.

Using my border patrol under the car mirror, I checked under the bed. There he was. Stephen King and his typewriter.

AsA

REMINDER: The War on Christmas begins the day after Thanksgiving.


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