Good god!
Super creepy night last night y'all. First off I take a walk and I come back to find Margaret watching TV on the couch. For the past few months she hasn't watched much tv so I got used to being queen of the couch. Anyway it's around 8 and she's flipping through the channels and it's frustrating because she stops on crap stuff. First she stops on Goldfinger and I'm all, "no, not a Bond movie!", but I got into it after a few minutes and then she promptly switched channels. To news. Now anyone who knows me, knows how I feel about news. Yes, it is wrong to not have a clue about what's going on in the world. But I don't smoke, drink (much), do drugs, have random meaningless sex and I'm overall a pretty good person. So I think having this one bad habit of being totally oblivious to politics/current events is acceptable. Anyway it was a report on some forest ranger who started a forest fire. I can appreciate the irony and all, but come on-sooo boring. I don't care. You couldn't pay me to care. Ok, you could, but that's just because I could use the money. And then she stops on the Women's Entertainment network. And Sybil's on. Yeah that's right-the 70s TV movie where Sally Field has multiple personalities. Yikes. But I gotta admit, I got totally into it. It's really well done. Sally rules. But it's super creepy too. I thought I might have nightmares, but I didn't. Which is odd considering what happened next.
I'm in the family room and I hear Margaret scream. And I'm thinking-oh shit-there's got to be a bug. Well that is the understatement of the year-because it is not just a bug-this thing is like its own continent. It's fucking huge and disgusting! And it's this weird brown red color. Oh jesus, it's gross. So Margaret and I are screaming and cowering in the corner, little girl style. But Margaret sees the beast scurrying towards her closet and a flash of the creepy crawly taking a tour of her wardrobe must have gone through her head so she tried to divert it by jumping near her closet. The bug went toward her shoes and she grabbed the swiffer mop thingie. So we're both screaming and writhing scared by the monster insect. Margaret summons all her courage and finally wacks the guy and it goes belly up. We both kind of stare at it hoping it will dispose of itself, but no such luck. She's terrified that it's still alive and goes into the kitchen. I see it's antennae move and know that the sucker is only wounded and it is my calling to finish him off. I take the swiffer from Margaret, close my eyes, summon my courage and give it a sound wack. Now the sucker's real dead. I even picked him up with paper towels and put him in a plastic bag. Margaret said she couldn't believe that I had the nerve to put the smackdown on that bug again, but in my mind-she did the hard part. Hitting the bug the first time is where the real bravery is at. That thing could try and move away and come right at ya. When they're half dead, you don't have anything to worry about except waiting for the crunch sound. I admit picking the thing up was kind of nasty, but there was enough distance between me and the paper towel and the gross dead bug so that it wasn't too painful. We've had problems with roaches before, but they were small guys. And then we put traps down and they dissappeared and we haven't seen one in months. I am just praying that this roach just walked in off the street and is not indicative of some nest of disgusting creatures hatching in my kitchen. Because I swear, my heart can't take it.
Anyway, it was a good bonding experience for me and the roomie. I just wish we could have bonded over ben and jerry's and about boys and not over some grotesque multiple legged insect scurrying across out apartment and scaring the crap out of us.
I'm in the family room and I hear Margaret scream. And I'm thinking-oh shit-there's got to be a bug. Well that is the understatement of the year-because it is not just a bug-this thing is like its own continent. It's fucking huge and disgusting! And it's this weird brown red color. Oh jesus, it's gross. So Margaret and I are screaming and cowering in the corner, little girl style. But Margaret sees the beast scurrying towards her closet and a flash of the creepy crawly taking a tour of her wardrobe must have gone through her head so she tried to divert it by jumping near her closet. The bug went toward her shoes and she grabbed the swiffer mop thingie. So we're both screaming and writhing scared by the monster insect. Margaret summons all her courage and finally wacks the guy and it goes belly up. We both kind of stare at it hoping it will dispose of itself, but no such luck. She's terrified that it's still alive and goes into the kitchen. I see it's antennae move and know that the sucker is only wounded and it is my calling to finish him off. I take the swiffer from Margaret, close my eyes, summon my courage and give it a sound wack. Now the sucker's real dead. I even picked him up with paper towels and put him in a plastic bag. Margaret said she couldn't believe that I had the nerve to put the smackdown on that bug again, but in my mind-she did the hard part. Hitting the bug the first time is where the real bravery is at. That thing could try and move away and come right at ya. When they're half dead, you don't have anything to worry about except waiting for the crunch sound. I admit picking the thing up was kind of nasty, but there was enough distance between me and the paper towel and the gross dead bug so that it wasn't too painful. We've had problems with roaches before, but they were small guys. And then we put traps down and they dissappeared and we haven't seen one in months. I am just praying that this roach just walked in off the street and is not indicative of some nest of disgusting creatures hatching in my kitchen. Because I swear, my heart can't take it.
Anyway, it was a good bonding experience for me and the roomie. I just wish we could have bonded over ben and jerry's and about boys and not over some grotesque multiple legged insect scurrying across out apartment and scaring the crap out of us.