I didn't want to move initially, but this event in our lives is making it that much more sweeter. Its getting hot here in the desert, neighbors are falling off the grid, our vegetable garden is withering, its the little things that God is using to help push me out the door.
Zander. He was showering and meanwhile SHE was stalking him. He is standing on our bathroom sink in the picture. Below the crop is the obvious and a plunger. Above the crop is cockroach insides splattering the wall. Aye aye aye. He is dejected, tired of all the killing, but he must continue until none remain.