Last night, after returning home from a long day at school, I left my shoes at the front door and headed inside our apartment. Upon realizing I needed something from a closet, I turned back around. That's when I saw it, crawling near the door. A cockroach.
Now before you judge me completely, let me say that I have gotten over a lot of my prissiness since living and traveling in Asia. I can accept less than ideal sleeping conditions, as well as bathrooms that would have at one point sent me running for the hills. Cockroaches however, are one thing I can't deal with. We found only one in our apartment last year, a little thing, likely a baby. When we visited Don Det the creatures practically congregated in the dark out-houses. I only went when absolutely necessary.
But back to to last night.
I froze in a panic, not knowing what to do. Quickly I opened the door, willing the visitor to leave. It didn't. I thought fast and ran to the kitchen to grab a mug. When I came back, the cockroach was no longer in sight. I momentarily panicked, then reasoned that the single step separating the small entry way from the actual apartment would likely keep a cockroach contained. The pair of Uggs I had recently discarded lay in a heap. I poked one boot with another nearby shoe and caught a glimpse of my enemy. Quickly I brought the glass mug down on the Ugg and trapped him. Then I did what anyone would do. I waited until Ryan returned from Costco and calmly asked him to dispose of our little friend.
I tried to shake off the feeling that something was crawling on me for the remainder of the night, but it wasn't easy. Like I said, cockroaches are one thing I can't deal with.