Yes, Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
A big one is in my shower and it has nothing to do with Willy Dunne Wooters.
It's a dead palmetto bug. I photographed it so if you've never seen one, here's your chance.
If you don't want to see a giant cockroach on its back, then don't scroll down. Head for the emergency exits immediately.
Normally, I wouldn't photograph a palmetto bug inside my house. They move too fast, and when I've stomped on one to kill it, they're pretty flat.
This one somehow made its way to my shower and died. It's not merely dead; it's really most sincerely dead (are those the correct words from The Wizard of Oz?). Since it's in a contained space and it definitely can't get up to run away, I offer photos.
Here he is from a distance:
Now we'll get as close as I can without screaming (doesn't matter that it's dead--I always scream when I see them):
He's not the biggest one I've ever seen (and no, I'm not putting some common object next to him to help you judge his size). He's about average.
I've seen a couple other dead ones in the house since the night that I had to kill three of them. They're unusually bad this year, which surprises me, first, because we're not well into summer, and second, because we had such a cold winter (for us).
The winter does seem to have affected the lizards. I've seen very few outside and haven't had a single one in the house.
Next step: Get rid of the dead palmetto bug. I don't picture that being done by turning on the water. It's too big to go down the drain.
Infinities of love,