Sooner or later every apartment in New York gets a couple of cockroaches. They don't bother me too much but Mr. Met gets creeped out by them.
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04 February 2005
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okay, now you're just abusing mr met.
Posted by: tien | 04 February 2005 at 09:53 AM
Hopefully that's not your apartment . . .
Posted by: Philip | 04 February 2005 at 11:06 AM
that's creepy
Posted by: judy | 04 February 2005 at 11:09 AM
good. i hate mr met.
Posted by: rachelle | 04 February 2005 at 12:54 PM
Soon after taking the photo I was able to rescue Mr. Met. He smells like Raid but I'm sure that odor will eventually go away.
Posted by: joe | 05 February 2005 at 08:21 PM