eeby jeebies

back home, we have cockroaches. some people like to refer to them as palmetto bugs, but i refuse. that makes them sound so not so creepy.

i have yet to see a roach here in the pacific northwest. and i like it.

tonight, i got the kids in bed, was getting the house straightened up, and decided to start getting ready for bed. minding my own business, i walked into the bathroom only to find this on the wall.




this

 

i was disgusted. horrified. grossed out. bleh!

 

i had just been in this very room with my son, brushing our teeth and getting him ready for bed. the thought of this nastiness being in there, watching us, waiting for the opportune moment to creep down or up the wall and just sit there....ah, i could hardly bear the thought! i felt so violated.

 

since it's just me at the house with the boys right now, i considered calling someone to come get rid of this creature. not really, but the thought did cross my mind.

 

i knew i couldn't just leave it there. oh, no. i had to show it who's boss.

 

so, i did what any female would do in my situation. i sprayed the heck out of it with a can of hairspray. it took a lot of courage, but once i did, i did it good. and you know what the little creep did? he fell to the ground, a little dramatically if you ask me, then he started to crawl, as if he was going to just waltz on out of my bathroom and continue living his life. oh, no. smash! down went the tennis shoe. flush went the toilet. he's done.

 

i hope i can sleep tonight. i keep feeling little tingles and twitches. i feel like i'm being watched by his other eight-legged friends. bleh.