ew

Some night this weekend (in the middle of the night) the cat was running around wild in the bedroom. This is, obviously, very disruptive. I went and found her, brought her to the bed, put her on my lap, and petted her, in hopes she would calm down. She purred and sat for a while but soon wanted to be free. She immediately returned to where I had retrieved her from. As much as I could in the darkness, I watched her and she seemed to be tracking something; soon she stood riveted at the door to the bathroom. I asked her, "Nibbert, is there a mouse or something? What are you chasing?" So I talk to my cat; sue me. Brian says she's not chasing a mouse because he would have heard that. I open the door to the bathroom and turn on the light. There, right in the doorway is the nastiest cockroach ever. Ew. So gross. I hate them. I don't usually have a thing about insects. In fact, most spiders I even rescue to the outdoors. Once I tried this with a wasp in a pool, but that's another story. Cockroaches, however, I have a thing about. So I was freaking out just a little. This thing was big – I'd say two inches long and fat. Brian came and gave it a good stomp. Juice from it sprayed out onto the bathroom floor. I get tensed up just recalling this gross insect encounter. I couldn't be too upset with old Nibbert for rooting out something that I never wanted in my bedroom in the first place.