Anyone who knows me knows I am not an early riser. So, why I opened my eyes at 6:10 am this morning, I don’t know. It could have been the sounds of the tropical birds chirping and cooing outside the bedroom window. It could have been the neighbors air conditioning unit that whirred on and off all night, starting up again. Or, it could be I was meant to get up to see this morning’s sunrise.
The rest of the day wasn’t so beautiful. It was “cockroach exterminator” day here at our complex. Reid came to our door in his socks and his bright orange shirt with the company logo on it. I cheered when I saw him in our kitchen. We’ve had cockroach problems since we moved in almost 2 weeks ago.
But today, my hero, Reid, wandered the hallway with me where I showed him the spots where I see roaches. Mark showed him a hole in the corner of the room where we think roaches enter.
Reid looked down and said, “Oh, you have a little puka there. I spray down it.”
Puka? The only puka I ever heard of was the shell necklace we wore in the 70’s. You know the ones. Small white shells with a hole in the middle….oh, a hole in the middle.