I awoke in the middle of the night to something scampering up my arm. I screamed and brushed it off. I could hear it scuttle on the sheets. I gave them one rapid shake, then the scratchy scuttle noise was on the hardwood floor. I reached over and turned on my lamp to see a GIANT ROACH THE FREAKING SIZE OF MY HAND run to a towel I had thrown on the floor the evening before (this is why you should always put your laundry inside the laundry hamper).
As I got out of bed and was trying to decide what to do, it slithered out of the towel and made a dash for the door. This surprised me since usually once they find a dark place to hide they stay put. I grabbed my super nifty wonder woman notepad I keep beside my bed, aimed, and threw it as hard as I could. To my extreme amazement it splatted the thing dead on. Guts smeared across the floor. I felt like a ninja crackin' out the moves. We're talking 3 or 4 am folks!
I typically have a rule, if its bigger than my thumb I suck it up with the vacuum hose. In this case, it was too splatted to suck up. So I had to do the Kleenex thing, which really grossed me out because the antennas twitched. *Yikes* I hate that.
Anyway, I just felt like I needed to get that out of my system. And you guys wonder why I write about bugs so much. Nothing like the wilds and wonders of Texas. Thanks for reading.