True, it has been awhile since I posted. I ask you, if you were me and you were living in a city where the current average daily temperature is a bazillion degrees, what would you do? Would you sit at your computer, which by virtue of just being ON creates more heat, or would you grab some Kool-Aid and head for the pool? That’s what I did. I spent the weekend in my brother’s pool. My only other excuse, and this is a good one, is that I seemed to have developed a mild case of carpal tunnel. My right hand hurt like crazy for three days. Punching buttons on my keyboard was the last thing I wanted to do. But, my hand is better now, its
A little while ago I was making myself some tea when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. A cockroach was running across the floor, headed for the stove. Naturally, I did what anyone would do. I started screaming and ran. I cannot even begin to tell you how completely freaked out I am by cockroaches. I cannot tolerate them whatsoever. In the two years since I’ve lived here I have NEVER seen a cockroach in my house. I simply would not be able to sleep if I even had an idea that there might possibly be a cockroach somewhere in the vicinity. I couldn’t even finish reading Metamorphosis cuz I was so grossed out.
After I stopped shrieking and brought my heart rate back down into the normal range, I tentatively began to approach the kitchen again. My cat was sitting on a chair looking at me with a somewhat alarmed expression. As I began to chastise her for allowing the vile creature into our home she looked past me and seemed to be staring at something. That’s when I turned and saw it again. This time it was heading straight for me. I am completely shocked my neighbors did not call the police given the pitch and volume of the cries that came next.
My cat (who had also run when she saw the bug) and I took refuge in my bedroom for awhile until I was able to muster up the courage to head back to the kitchen and kill that cockroach. Armed with a fly swatter I tip-toed closer, eyes peeled for any sign of movement. My cat, the great hunter that she is, stayed behind, sort of hiding herself beneath the coffee table. She peered at me with a look of fear and admiration. I cursed at her again for being a worthless scaredy cat, then headed off to battle.
Lucky for me, the nasty little thing didn’t seem to have his wits about him. Instead of staying hidden in some dark corner, this insect kept running across the room as if it was frantically searching for something. I gave it something alright. Screeching all the while, I beat that sucker to death. Right there on my kitchen floor. It was gruesome. I decapitated it. There was blood and gore everywhere. I completely snapped.
After disposing of the body and cleaning up the mess, I carefully removed any lingering clues. Then I returned to my bedroom where my cat had retreated during the assault. She stared at me in shock.
“That’s right” I told her “Now you know what I am capable of. And if I ever see another roach in here again, YOU will be next.”
Stumble It!
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