I opened the bottom - right hand - cupboard door to look for the colander because those olives weren’t going to rinse themselves.
A hand mixer, several plastic bowls, an electric can opener and a package of millet (hastily placed after our arrival the night before) greeted my eyes with nary a colander in sight. I crouched down to get a closer look and as I peered into the darkness, something caught my attention. It was dark, it was brown and it was alive.
At least, it used to be.
My mom and I laid it on the stove top to get a closer look.
This is Richard, the palmetto bug. Richard
It wasn’t the first time we’d encountered palmetto bugs while on vacation in the southern US and by the way Floridians, you can call them what you want but a cockroach is still cockroach.