Cucarachas

We have recently accumulated a cockroach problem. Last week, madre discovered a large stain on one of the walls in our room, a result of water leakage from the neighbors above. When the repairman came, he gouged out two generous size holes from the wall and placed a small flimsy towel over it to suffice until his next visit. A few days ago, Allison spotted a roach near my chocolate stash and I was put in charge of killing duty. Since then, we’ve heard unrelenting crawling activity beneath our little towel-covered hole, expecting an army of roaches to attack at any given moment. Allison told madre tonight at dinner and thirty minutes later, the deadly duo, Isabel and Ascension went to work. They unloaded at least half a bottle of bug repellent into the wall, stuffed the holes with balled up newspaper, followed by 3 layers of paper taped over them, and finished of with the same towel, this time tacked on all sides. Ascension even offered that we could sleep on the couches on in Isabel’s room if we wanted to avoid the roach infestation. It’s now clear to me that she doesn’t mess around when she says she’ll do something. She lives life intensely and passionately. She wanted those bugs gone, and she made them REALLY gone. She wants us to eat, and so she force-feeds us 15 courses at every meal. She lives and loves, all the way.