Yesterday was Claire’s 27th birthday. To celebrate, some of us went for dinner and drinks at an Italian restaurant that makes homemade pasta (yumm!). Afterwards we went to a bar/lounge called Chameleons for some more drinks. Around 12, I decided to head home in the first round of taxi’s. I got ready for bed, turned off the lights and crawled into bed. As I was trying to fall asleep I felt something on my leg. At first I just thought it was a hair or something being blown around by my fan, but it persisted and when I moved my hand to wipe it away, it was a giant cockroach! In my bed! On my leg! I jumped up faster that I ever have before in my life and ran to the kitchen to get the RAID (the can I keep beside my bed was empty, which apparently isn’t enough of a threat to these persistent buggers). Man, I was pissed. Can you imagine? The nerve of that damn cockroach. I yelled at it. “I’m gonna get you you Mother F#cker” (and yes, I did yell that, at the cockroach, while standing in the middle of my room at 12:30am wearing a t-shirt, underwear and black ballet flats, armed with a can of RAID and a determination to get revenge). Oh, and I got him alright. Sprayed him so much that I almost slipped in the pool of RAID that collected on my floor. Then sent a text message to everyone left at the bar to tell of my tribulations and triumphs, went to bed victorious.
In the morning, I searched out the broom (I suppose one setback of having house staff is that one doesn’t actually have to know where such things are kept) to get rid of the carcass. Can you believe that as I tried to sweep it out of the room, it flipped back over on its front and tried to run under my bed??! It was dead the whole night! I guess it makes some sense since it is said that if there was nuclear war the only survivors would be cockroaches. I’ve gotten much quicker with my RAID retrieval techniques though and he was dead again before he could get to my bed. I swept him outside and had Jules stomp on him, just for good measure. Ha! There! I told you you would die. Who else wants a piece of me? I dare you.
In the morning, I searched out the broom (I suppose one setback of having house staff is that one doesn’t actually have to know where such things are kept) to get rid of the carcass. Can you believe that as I tried to sweep it out of the room, it flipped back over on its front and tried to run under my bed??! It was dead the whole night! I guess it makes some sense since it is said that if there was nuclear war the only survivors would be cockroaches. I’ve gotten much quicker with my RAID retrieval techniques though and he was dead again before he could get to my bed. I swept him outside and had Jules stomp on him, just for good measure. Ha! There! I told you you would die. Who else wants a piece of me? I dare you.
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