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I am so awake right now. A cockroach came into our apartment crawled over me and onto Rowan. I woke up slapping my back repetitively because I swore I felt something on me. I looked at the baby, as I do when I wake up out of a sound sleep, and there it was frantically crawling all over her. Yes, I screamed (out of surprise). Yes, I whacked it off of her with my bare hand. Yes, I killed him.
It took me a while to kill him because I did not want cockroach pieces on any of our shoes or on our carpet. I caught it in a cup, slipped an old envelope under it, grabbed a bag, put on shoes, put the bag over my shoe, went outside, had to run back into the apartment to put on shorts (after saying "hi" to drunk neighbors in my underwear), went back outside with the cup, cockroach, and envelope with my bag shoe on and as I pulled the cup off, I expected a fight, a mad dash or something! Instead, the cockroach lifted its front end as though it was looking up at me. I'm glad he made it easy.
This is the third cockroach in a week. I need to figure out the safety of boric acid in the home. Rowan is rolling across the floor now to get from point A to point B. She makes me re-think things I would do on a whim before. Here I am sitting up trying to convince myself that I am not on guard duty but I think that is what this nonsense really boils down to...
Did I really just write an entry about a cockroach?
It took me a while to kill him because I did not want cockroach pieces on any of our shoes or on our carpet. I caught it in a cup, slipped an old envelope under it, grabbed a bag, put on shoes, put the bag over my shoe, went outside, had to run back into the apartment to put on shorts (after saying "hi" to drunk neighbors in my underwear), went back outside with the cup, cockroach, and envelope with my bag shoe on and as I pulled the cup off, I expected a fight, a mad dash or something! Instead, the cockroach lifted its front end as though it was looking up at me. I'm glad he made it easy.
This is the third cockroach in a week. I need to figure out the safety of boric acid in the home. Rowan is rolling across the floor now to get from point A to point B. She makes me re-think things I would do on a whim before. Here I am sitting up trying to convince myself that I am not on guard duty but I think that is what this nonsense really boils down to...
Did I really just write an entry about a cockroach?