My uncle moved to Texas. He had lived in Chicago his whole life. As many folks who’ve made their way south have found out, there are some unpleasent critters that we don’t have many of up north: cockroaches.
My uncle was quite disgusted by them as many folks are and did what any smart person would do and called an Exterminator. The exterminator came and did a thorough spraying of his house. Then he asked my uncle when he would like to have his regularly schedule appoitments to continue spraying.
“Wait you mean I have to keep paying you to come back and do this?!?!”
“I’ll just live with them then!”
And that was that.
He would sneak into the kitchen in the morning and turn on the light and push as many cockroaches as he could down the sink before he started his breakfast.
When my aunt went to visit, he warned her to let him go into the bathroom first before she took a shower or anything.
I guess that made my uncle a frugal guy or something. Anyone who knows me knows that sounds like something I might do too.
I never really got to know my uncle. He died when I was in sixth grade. He died of AIDS.