Sunday, April 11, 2004
I really hate cockroaches.
There's a cockroach somewhere in the apartment.
It was crawling on the wall in the living room. I modestly freaked out, went into Micki's room, collected her cat, and set her in front of the wall. I was hoping she would catch the cockroach and kill it -- she's done that sort of thing with a cricket or two. Instead, she jumped at the cockroach and sent it scurrying up the wall to the ceiling, where it began its new journey. The cat watched it intently and I headed off to take a shower. I planned to take care of the little roach issue when I got out.
Upon my return to the living room, I found no cat -- and no cockroach.
A cockroach is somewhere in my apartment and I don't know where it is!
I'm avoiding going to bed now, for fear that something will fall on me in the middle of the night.
EDIT: The roach was one of those huge flying outdoor kinds and the cats managed to hunt it down, driving it into our curtains. Once we prodded it from the curtain to the floor, Mina pounced on it, picked it up in her mouth, and carried it off, where she proceeded to "play" with the cockroach for a few minutes. Then we squished it with a broom and vacuumed it up. The End.
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