comic

Homeland Security#10 / 2007-08-30

Recently I seem to be plagued with baby cockroaches. And I mean babies. They measure about 2mm end to end. They are so tiny even the spiders leave them for me to pick up.

Sure, I vacuum wheneverly, but each morning there are a few more mummified corpses for me to dispatch. I take solace in knowing that if the babies are foraging, they come from broken homes. Although truthfully, these little guys aren't quite as adorable as the scamps in Oliver Twist.

see also:

#10 / Homeland Security
#24 / Spiderbaby
#71 / Death Proof
#213 / Sometimes They Come Back
#408 / Antz
#409 / Motel Hell

You see a thingie on the floor. It could be an explosive device, a food particle, a fuzzy, or something utterly alien to your experience. What do you do?

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