they call me the 'crumb nazi'

No joke. My dear beloved apartment-mates have renamed me on occation, the Crumb Nazi. To which I reply, "No crumbs for you!"... only it comes out more like,

"Who left these crumbs here on the table?"or "Can someone please come and wipe of their dirty messes off the counters!" or in a sticky note saying, "Whose crumbs?! You know what to do."

I know, I know... it's terrible. But so is living in a sty... and that's what it would be if not for my little efforts... thanks to me and my crumb-nazi ways our apartment has managed to stay pretty much cochroach free. *knock on wood*