As I sat writing my last blog post, what should skitter up the wall in front of me but... *cringe* a roach.
I mean, it's nothing new. I know that we have roaches here. Our friend Jenya's room is full of them. But I've never seen one in MY room before, and that's a fact that helps me sleep at night without first shaking out all of my bedclothes.
But there this little sucker was, scampering up the wall like it was nothing. After I got over the initial disgust and shock, I made a move to kill him with my water bottle... but he was too fast and vanished behind the drawers of my desk.
A few moments later, as I was writing about the tragedies of the aquarium, he appeared up the side of my desk and crawled over my notebook. I might have jumped up out of my chair and shivered in disgust just a little. I probably would have shrieked like any young girl should, but my roommate is asleep so I contained myself. As it scrambled about my things, I waited patiently for it to come out in the open so I could get another good shot in. It headed for the crack of my open closet door, so I tried to slam it in the door... but the door doesn't shut all the way. Foiled again! The evil little roach went through the crack and into my inner closet wall. I grabbed my vitamin bottle and lunged *once!* *twice!* trying to squish it against the inside of my closet... but it escaped behind my bathrobe and folded jeans.
Moral of the story: I will never put my clothes on without shaking them out, and I will never again crawl in bed without first removing all my blankets to check for invaders. This means war.
I mean, it's nothing new. I know that we have roaches here. Our friend Jenya's room is full of them. But I've never seen one in MY room before, and that's a fact that helps me sleep at night without first shaking out all of my bedclothes.
But there this little sucker was, scampering up the wall like it was nothing. After I got over the initial disgust and shock, I made a move to kill him with my water bottle... but he was too fast and vanished behind the drawers of my desk.
A few moments later, as I was writing about the tragedies of the aquarium, he appeared up the side of my desk and crawled over my notebook. I might have jumped up out of my chair and shivered in disgust just a little. I probably would have shrieked like any young girl should, but my roommate is asleep so I contained myself. As it scrambled about my things, I waited patiently for it to come out in the open so I could get another good shot in. It headed for the crack of my open closet door, so I tried to slam it in the door... but the door doesn't shut all the way. Foiled again! The evil little roach went through the crack and into my inner closet wall. I grabbed my vitamin bottle and lunged *once!* *twice!* trying to squish it against the inside of my closet... but it escaped behind my bathrobe and folded jeans.
Moral of the story: I will never put my clothes on without shaking them out, and I will never again crawl in bed without first removing all my blankets to check for invaders. This means war.
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