When I was a kid we lived in Las Vegas, Nevada. We lived there from the time I was five until I was ten, so I don't remember if we lived in a super fancy neighborhood. I suspect we did not, and I suspect this because of my memories of my parents' war on cockroaches.
The war dragged on the entire time we
lived in Nevada and at the end of five years they hadn't even put a
dent in the cockroach population. After all, my parents were
outnumbered 50 million to two. They kept the house super clean and
sprayed all kinds of poisons, but the roaches kept coming back. The
poison that worked the best was called a “roach fogger” or a
“roach bomb.” My parents would plan a weekend trip and pack us
all into the car. Then at the last minute my dad would run into the
house and set up the “bombs” in different rooms in the house, and
then come running out of the house and lock the door. We'd return
home after the weekend away and find hundreds of roaches all over the
house, upside down and dead. My parents would sweep and/or vacuum up
the roaches and our house would be roach free for about 30 minutes.
This weekend I learned how those
cockroaches felt.
First, let me explain that Junior got
an ear infection last week and he just finished a round of
antibiotics. I guess when you're taking antibiotics, the bad bacteria
gets thrown out with the good. So all of Junior's “good” stomach
bacteria died along with his bad ear infection bacteria, and it has
messed up his digestion. He is excreting a steady stream of baby poop
and needs to be changed every half hour like clockwork. This spike in
baby poop production conveniently coincided with an early morning
trip to the beautiful city of Roswell. On the way back we had to stop
at the side of the road several times and change him. I am many
things, but I am no litterer, so when there was no place to throw the
dirty diapers I just dropped them on the floor of the back seat. When
we got back home we were exhausted from our adventures and went
inside for a nap.
Meanwhile, three diapers chock full of
baby poop were sitting on the floor of my car, baking in the sun with
all the windows rolled up.
A few hours went by and I had to run to
the store to get a few things. I opened the car door and my eyes
immediately started to water from the smell. I felt wobbly and...
That's all I remember because I blacked out after that. My wife saw
me slumped over the steering wheel, came out and dragged me to
safety.
In the future, I'm gonna think twice
before I fumigate a cockroach.
Have you ever made this diaper mistake? Or fought a losing cockroach war? Leave a comment, it's easy AND fun!
Have you ever made this diaper mistake? Or fought a losing cockroach war? Leave a comment, it's easy AND fun!