Would life be any fun without a daily crisis? I came home from class today as usual and sat down at my computer with a snack and a glass of water. I was minding my business, checking my email when my cat jumped in my lap. He meowed a few times and kept staring up at the corner of the ceiling. I looked up and to my horror saw a gynormous cockroach.
After my initial freak out, I made a few calls for moral support - and took some pictures, of course. After about 20 minutes of attempting to kill it (which involved moving some furniture and high pitched squealing noises) I realized what a wuss I am. I am a big fat baby. I can't believe that I am unable to kill a bug. Though the bug happened to be a two inch long cockroach. It looks like one of those fake joke cockroaches, doesn't it? Regardless, I am a grown woman, I should have the balls to take my shoe and squish it. So I did. I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep tonight, but by god I can kill a cockroach.
On a side note, Hatshepsut (the gray cat) was totally obsessed with it. She wanted it. She sat on my desk looking up at it making little kitty war noises. I'm pretty sure she was the one who got it up there in the first place. My closet was a mess - the cats had knocked a bunch of stuff over. Besides, why else would a cockroach that big be up in the corner of the bedroom in the middle of the day? She had that thing on the run!
1 comment:
this one is big, and I don't want to scare you or anything, but it is not even close to the biggest one I have seen here. there were some at my last house that would come in when it rained, that were bigger than the palm of my hand. really really disgusting. but, I have never been brave enough to kill one. I always made zach do it. usually he would just grab it with a wad of paper towels and throw it outside alive.
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