In 1959 when my parents moved from Baltimore to St. Petersburg, I was in the 4th grade and we were with a realtor looking at homes. It was at night since my dad worked during the day and I never forgot this home. The realtor said, there is a real nice screen porch just off the kitchen, and then he opened the back door and flipped on the outside light. In an instant there was a swarm of about 200 large flying palmetto bugs inside the porch. My dad said, we've seen enough, and we took off for the front door.
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