Everything is sunnier in the morning. Today there was no sign of Ted, and I carelessly unpacked as if there wasn't a roach in the world.
Friday, September 12, 2008
My Pet Roach
So, if I've ever wondered if I would have a different scream for a mouse and a giant roach, and I mean GIANT (I swear it had wings), the answer is no, they are very much the same scream. This roach was so big and grossed me out so much, that I couldn't even look at it. It went down something like this: Last night I'm sitting on the toilet with the door open (sorry, TMI), spot GIANT roach (3 inches? Is that possible? 2.5?) just outside the bathroom, scream, call Willie's name, and shut the bathroom door. That's right, I hide from the roach. That way, the roach can't get me. See no roach, no roach exist. Well, surprise, surprise, when Willie comes back to look for it, it's gone. I don't know how something that large moves that fast, but I was SO jumpy and freaked out that all I could do was go to bed. The brand new off-the-ground bed I just got seemed to be much safer than my old on-the-ground futon, so that was some comfort. However, I couldn't go pee (what's with the TMI?) last night because I was so afraid of running into my new friend. As I lay in bed thinking about how in the hell I'm going to deal with all of these new pets, I wondered if, like my migraines, naming them might help. Ted, the roach? Would that make it less scary? But, that's the thing -- in the moment, there is no Ted. There is only the scariest biggest grossest thing I've seen since the last scariest biggest grossest thing I've seen.