Sweeping the kitchen floor. Sounds like a move right out of the Karate Kid movie. It's one move that does not happen often enough around here. Gross right. I know. And you would think living in the deep South with all the nasty bugs, roaches specifically, I would make it a point to sweep after every meal and especially at night. So one would think. Luckily, I haven't encountered a single roach in our house since we moved in over a year ago. I hate roaches. With a passion. They are disgusting. Grosser that gross.
Now granted, I would never leave my floor looking like this.
This is what my kithcen floor looks like after Brady eats his meals. No, he does not eat on the floor, though it may appear so. He sits at the table like the rest of us. But this is what he leaves behind. This is what I clean up at least three times a day. At least.
How it gets under the boy's chair is beyond me. No wonder he is always sneaking in the pantry!