Friday, April 22, 2011

shouldn't be surprised

I knew it would happen again. And after I dispose of this one, another one will come along and almost reduce me to tears. But I refused to cry when I found one this time. Luckily it was already stuck to the glue trap on the floor, so I didn't have to chase it down or anything. Still, the thought of something else living in my apartment other than my husband and my son makes me 1) sick to my stomach and 2) angry. Why do disgusting insects have to exist? Why do they have to bother me so much? Why can't they look like cute little cartoon bugs so I could nicely shoo them away instead of wish I owned a bazooka so I could blast them all to h...yes, h. Why do they have to be so stinkin' huge????

I need to go start dinner, but I have to get up the courage to go in the kitchen. I know it seems ridiculous. I'm still way bigger than the stupid thing. No, but seriously, it's big. So I'm deciding on whether or not we should move somewhere else, farther from the subway. It's only the beginning of spring. I don't know how many more of these things I can handle.

(Yes, I'm talking about a roach. Also, I found ants on our bed today after they found a way in through the window. I hate bugs. I worry about finding them so much that I think I've given myself a phobia.)

1 comment:

Tori Wilding said...

I think you might actually be giving yourself a phobia, but honestly, I'd be the same way if I had to deal with that as well. :(