Oh my god. You just prodded a memory out of my brain.
Back when I was a student at the School of Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, I went out on a "date" with this painter. He lived on the Fenway, where there was a lot of student housing. He said he'd make me dinner, and when I went up to his apartment, sure enough, he had some cheap chicken cuts on a skillet on the range.
In the bright light of the kitchen, I saw black armies of cockroaches on the cabinets ABOVE THE OVEN and RANGE scurrying around. A few of them even dropped near the skillet. They didn't run into the dark corners. They stayed there, running around everywhere. OMG. It was horrifying. I don't think I ate that food because holy crap. ROACHES!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-12-23 06:01 am (UTC)Back when I was a student at the School of Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, I went out on a "date" with this painter. He lived on the Fenway, where there was a lot of student housing. He said he'd make me dinner, and when I went up to his apartment, sure enough, he had some cheap chicken cuts on a skillet on the range.
In the bright light of the kitchen, I saw black armies of cockroaches on the cabinets ABOVE THE OVEN and RANGE scurrying around. A few of them even dropped near the skillet. They didn't run into the dark corners. They stayed there, running around everywhere. OMG. It was horrifying. I don't think I ate that food because holy crap. ROACHES!!!!!!