I KNEW He Would Be Back!

The night before last I found a huge (HUGE) cockroach in our bathroom. He was being very calm and laying still, not attacking me as I thought he might. I watched him closely as I brushed my teeth and washed up for bed. Then Josh came in and I warned him of where our visitor was so no one would be startled. Josh stopped dead in his tracks and asked why I hadn't killed him yet. But if you recall our last adventure with our friendly house roaches...I don't like to kill things period, but especially roaches because they crunch too much! Who am I to take his life? No one gave me that right! Who is to say that I am better than that roach? Is his life that unimportant that I can take it? They are the ones who have outlived the humans anyway, so he'd just be back AGAIN! I ushered him into a safe spot (for our benefit, not his) and went off to sleep.

Soooooo, I get in the shower this morning. Are you already shaking your heads in horror? Cause I know you know where this is going, and it ain't pretty. Incredibly, ONCE AGAIN with shampoo on my hair I felt something scratchy on MY FOOT. I shook it lightly not yet putting two and two together but then it hit me what it was. All at once I began screaming, wiping shampoo from my eyes and hopping - nay, violently shaking - my leg. Now, the really terrifying part is that our master bath shower is a stall with no ledges to escape to, no "back" to run to, and has a grate over the drain so as to prevent roaches from climbing up the drain into the shower while you are bathing and subsequently...they can't go down it either.

The story ends here my friends. There is no hero to rescue me (he was in the other shower and didn't have a clue of his pregnant wife's potential heart attack), and no killing of God's creature. He quickly found the shower curtain and high tailed it out of the shower with his tail tucked between his legs. I grabbed the tissue boutique that is kept on the back of the toliet and stuck it on top of him as a trap so I could finish with some sort of peace of mind that I was alone. AND, we are leaving for grandma's this afternoon...with that sucker still in there. I feel it is only right that if I am going to do him the favor of not ending his nasty little life, that he at least owes me to sit in timeout for the weekend. Blech!!!