Disney and Roach Fiascos

Tomorrow Joe comes into Fort Lauderdale and I'm SO EXCITED!  In the past 5 months, we've seen each other for 2 weeks.  My head is going to explode.  There is only so much crocheting of hats and watching of movies I can do before I miss having him around.  I have reached my quotient of Time Without Joe Around.  Joey and I are picking him up from the airport and going straight to Disney World!  My sister works there, so we're all getting in for free.  I'm still debating as to whether I want to go to the Magic Kingdom or MGM with them.  I'm leaning toward MGM, but I haven't been to Magic Kingdom for a long time, and that's the park where my sister works.  

It will be nice to get out of Coral Springs.  Yesterday Joey and I were talking in my room.  I was sitting on the floor in front of my computer when suddenly, we hear a heavy THUD next to my leg.  I look down, and an inch from my thigh is a GINORMOUS palmetto bug!  (If you don't know what those are, imagine a huge cockroach.)  So big, it thudded onto the carpet.  Thudded!  It had fallen out of the vent in the ceiling and onto my bedroom floor.  Naturally, I started screaming and running around and kicking the wall.  Joey found a streak of butch somewhere within himself and ran to get the Raid.  He Raided the motherbitch on the carpet in a trail of lemon-scented death.  That makes the 4th roach fiasco since I've lived here.

• Roach #1: Jumped out of the blanket on the couch onto the floor, where Cass promptly smushed it with  her cowboy boot.  Black splatter all over hallway floor.
  
• Roach #2: Found chillaxing in my bathroom sink.  Joey had bright idea to "drown him."  We then learn from boyfriend that roaches don't drown.  There is now a roach backstroking somewhere in my pipes.
  
• Roach #3: Scurried out from under refrigerator.  We trapped it under green cereal bowl until we could plot it's demise.  Used generic-brand bug spray, which makes for long, drawn out, wiggly death.
  
• Roach #4: Fell out of ceiling vent an inch from my leg.  Death by lemon Raid.

This doesn't even count the lizard that fell off my ceiling my first night in Florida or the lizard that got trapped in Chris's bedroom and made him start screaming like a little girl.