Cucarachas

I believe the summer’s rise in heat and humidity are directly correlated to the increase in cockroach sightings at our place. I swear we’re not slovenly, disgusting people! I’ve seen several in our garage over the past month or so. But more distressing is the other place I’ve been finding cockroaches: inside my wetsuit. Eewwww! After surfing, I take my wetsuit off and clean it out with fresh water from our hose. Or rather, Mr X kindly does this for me. Then he leaves my wetsuit hanging on our back porch to dry out. At some point between the washing and the next time I go to to put the thing on (usually only a span of a few days), cockroaches have taken up residence. After the first horrifying encounter I’ve taken to shamelessly begging Mr X to do a ‘roach check’ on my wetsuit every time we head out to surf. More often than not Mr X’s inspections end up with cockroaches scurrying from my wetsuit as I hop around screeching and flailing about in disgust. I fear I’ll be forced to surf sans wetsuit during Mr X’s absence.