I am awake at 12:15 AM and have taken up a temporary bed on the couch. Why? Let me tell you a story....
Our story begins with me, 11:45 at night in bed with a book, a glass of water, and a heating pad to help ease my woman pains (
yes I'm talking about ragging on my blog. Its my damn blog-- wanna fight about it?). I'm finally getting sleepy so I set my book down and turn to twitch off my light when lo and behold-- a creature straight outta my nightmares is sitting around 1ft away from my face against the wall beside my bed. A 4in long, countless legs insect that I would expect to find in the wilderness under a rotten old log-
NOT MY ROOM.
Needless to say, I flip the fuck out and leap from bed like a fucking olympian and make a dash outta there. I realized then that my tennis shoe would not do the trick... I would only make him angry. So I instead grabbed my combat boots and made my way back to my room and spent to next 10 minutes staring at the insect from the doorway, too scared to kill it myself. (
I have a phobia with insects, and feeling/hearing that crunch and squish as I kill it? I can't....)
It wasn't until it was startled and began racing across my wall that I screeched loudly and attracted my roomate's attention. Lucky for us her boyfriend is staying over tonight and he isn't afraid to get his hands dirty by killing some bugs. So with Yuko and I standing aside, he goes on to attempt to kill it, lose it after it fell off the wall, and begin to hunt it under my bed on his hands and knees. After having to move my bed around a bit, we were finally able to find and kill the damn thing, but I am still to shaken to sleep in that bed...
I promised him cookies, and cookies he shall get. I gotta repay the guy
somehow, he has killed more bugs for Yuko and I than I can count!
Anyway, off I go to sleep on the couch and wake up with a neck kink - -
Until next time-- don't let the bed bugs bite. Kill those mother fuckers before they even GET in your bed!
XOXO
