Disclaimer: We live in Texas, out in the country, and we spend half our time keeping the spiders and bugs at bay and the other half fighting off possums and raccoons. It is a losing battle, as illustrated by this sad story.
The other morning, I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee. As I lift the steaming mug to my lips, I see a huge cucaracha (that's Spanish for cockroach) floating, belly up, in the coffee.
Thoroughly disgusted, yet unfazed, I dump out the cup and get a clean cup. I figure must not have seen the guy in the cup when I poured the coffee in.
So I pour a second cup and wander to the computer. With my eyes on the screen, I lift the second cup to my lips for that first glorious sip.
As soon as the coffee hits my tongue, I instantly realize that the cockroach had been boiled in the pot and I now have a mouth full of roach-coffee gagging me!
PTEW!! ACK!! GRGGHH!! BARF!!
Needless to say, I spewed the coffee out and brushed and gargled for a very long time.
I don't even want to tell you what roach-coffee tastes like! But it is exactly as bad as you would imagine.
Bitter, with a twist of oily effervescence.
