*Warning: This is not for those who are faint at heart when it comes to bug (guts included) stories. ;) But for those who dare, I hope you get a laugh and share your own tales in the comments.*
Oh shoot! I still forgot to put away the pasta!
Since everyone was in bed, I crept down the stairs. Once in the kitchen I flipped on the light and saw him. A cockroach that had dared to enter the house.
Grr! I don't have a shoe... What am I going to kill him with!?
If you know me at all, not having a shoe does not stop me from chasing after and killing the nasty, crunchy pests. I have late night tales of squashing them with the only thing I had handy, a socked foot, a shoe, a bare foot, or a kleenex box. It's a gruesome and deadly business (for the enemy, that is), but someone must do it!
In this particular case, I grabbed what I could - a box full of parchment paper.
Target acquired. Aim. ... Shoot! I missed. But... where'd he go?
I gasped. It was crawling up my arm. I shook my arm violently. Get it off! Get it off! Get it off! my mind screamed.
Once it fell to the ground, I used my weapon and struck true. Seeing it splayed on the kitchen linoleum brought sheer satisfaction and I smiled to myself. A few moments later Mom came out of her room, "Are you alright?"
*Victorious laugh* To the cockroach who dared to crawl from my blanket when I was making my bed a couple weeks ago... You're the only one I have seen and not been able to kill and you're mine!!! Mwhaha!!
*Clears throat and tries to act mature again* Nice weather we're having, no? ;)
