Last night I came home a little late after a soccer game, and I was in the room I’m staying in getting ready to shower. I called out loud, “If there are any roaches in the bathroom, you had better get out now. If you don’t, just look in the trash can and see what will happen to you!”

Imagine my disgust when I turned on the bathroom light and there was ANOTHER huge one just sitting there in the middle of the floor, looking around. I could hardly believe it. Are they out to get me? Was this a reconnoissance mission to look for the one I killed yesterday? Tomorrow night, will there be an army awaiting me? Ugh.

Anyway, I was actually more angry than scared with this one, so I didn’t allow myself time to think about it. I hesitated only for a second, shook the bad thoughts out of my mind, then went and got a shoe and smashed it. Twice for good measure. And then it joined its friend in the trash, just as I warned.