Last night I stayed at my brother’s house, as I do every Wednesday night because of my early Thursday clinical in the medical center, and as I was lying in the dark, trying to get to sleep, a roach crawled up my arm. I flipped out. I tore the room apart trying to find it because there was no way I was getting back in the bed without having killed it first. When I couldn’t find it for awhile I started to despair of getting any sleep that night at all. But as I was standing in the hallway searching, my brother (who was sleeping on the couch) abruptly jumped up and started dazedly looking around. I knew what that was: the roach had left me and went and crawled on him! It was out to get us. This time, with my brother’s help, we tracked it down and killed it. We stood talking for a little while afterwards when another roach scurried across the floor. This one was quicker and harder to track down, but track it down we did. We destroyed it twice over: first with Raid and then with a shoe. I told my brother, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay over here anymore.” He laughed, but I was serious. Maybe I do have a phobia of roaches after all.