Riveting. This is literally my aunt-my mother’s sister who owned a brownstone in Brooklyn heights that she bought in the late 1970’s as a single woman. Before she died in 1999, I can picture her exactly like Theresa: sweaty, hair tied back. While technically part of the original wave of gentrification, she never could have imagined what the neighborhood would become: Yoga pants, gold chains, and puppies…oh my.
Horrific! Roaches are...not my fave insect, let's say. And still, I can't help but feel that Yoga Pants was a fitting sacrifice. I am sorry about Henry, though.
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One creepy way to deal with gentrification! Why'd it have to be roaches?
it’s new york baby
This is such a well conceived narration, you feel the character's mad relief at the end 🪳
thank you
Oh god why. This reminds me a nightmare I had years ago where I went to pour some tea and roaches came out of the kettle instead of water.
terrifying!
Riveting. This is literally my aunt-my mother’s sister who owned a brownstone in Brooklyn heights that she bought in the late 1970’s as a single woman. Before she died in 1999, I can picture her exactly like Theresa: sweaty, hair tied back. While technically part of the original wave of gentrification, she never could have imagined what the neighborhood would become: Yoga pants, gold chains, and puppies…oh my.
chefs kiss!
I don't know why but the clicking made it so much worse 😭🙈🙉
I agree 😂
I'm not afraid of any bugs. Spider? Meh. Cicada? Fascinating. Praying mantis? 😍
But roaches? F'n nasty X infinity. I feel like I need to shower!
Loved it!
Horrific! Roaches are...not my fave insect, let's say. And still, I can't help but feel that Yoga Pants was a fitting sacrifice. I am sorry about Henry, though.
poor hank
Your fascination with roaches is creepy.
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" a stack of gold necklaces that belonged on a pirate." This line made me chuckle!
So unsettling!!! Thank you, EJ! 💥
the pirate necklace look is so in rn
I nearly fell over laughing at "Pre war...you can tell by the style" So perfect. And yoga pants would've told her friends....had she lived....
a true new yorker
This was so creepy and so atmospheric
thank you!
Well done.
Ridin' the roach wave! Cowabunga, dude! Yucky, wonderful tale.
I couldn’t stop reading this! So, so good! 👏
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OMG my worst nightmare , brown shiny papery, let me die!!!!!!
I hate roaches, but I loved this story. Maybe I should reconsider my relationship with them so they can participate in the tenants’ rights movement
squatters rights for roaches!