I woke up with Joel today. No big deal, I'll get some cleaning done. I'm wiping up the counters, dump the junk into the sink with the broccoli stem. Go back to cleaning. Think, "Wait, we haven't had broccoli lately." Look back. "Ummm... that looks like a praying mantis!!! Dead!!! IN MY SINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I look closer. The heebie jeebies officially crawling up & down my body. Throw the washcloth in the sink. I'm done with kitchen chores for the day. Later on, I'm IMing Joel & I tell him about it. The conversation is as follows:

Me: There is a dead praying mantis in our sink. It's gross.
J: It's plastic.
Me: Excuse me?
J: It's plastic. It came in our dishwasher.
Me: Excuse me?
J: It's fake.
Me: Excuse me?

I STILL can't finish up my chores.

Here's the culprit. Don't mind the food particles... like I said, I was wiping things up. It still looks like that b/c I cannot look at that thing. Ew.



Oh and here's the latest update.  I overcame my fears & cleaned up the kitchen.  Ran the disposal.  Oh, there seems to be a sippy stopper in the disposal.  Reach down, pull out a... COCKROACH!!!!!  Plastic, of course, but you cannot do that to me!!!!  I'm FREAKED OUT now.