Ewww

As some of you know, I have a deep and profound fear of bugs, rodents, and all creepy crawly things; snakes, spiders, bees, mice, even caterpillars and lady bugs are gross.  So when we were informed that Houston is known for it's cockroaches, I was terrified.

Imagine my surprise when our apartment appeared free of the nasty critters...until a last November when I saw our first one.  I screamed, called Chris (who of course was at school) and watched terrified as the disgusting bug skittered under the stove.  I have not seen one since.

Until tonight

Nathan and I were calmly minding our own business in the kitchen (Chris is at work) taking out the garbage when out of no where a cockroach crawls out and starts running around the floor.  I (being a fabulous  mother) scream and jump on the counter leaving my poor child on the floor to battle the cockroach.  I finally gain control of myself but realized I'm cornered in, with no shoes on to squish the nasty thing I grab the closest thing I could find, a very large metal serving spoon.  I started smashing at the ground but he escaped...my intense mothering skills kicked in and I got crazy on the little bug.

I killed him.

I carefully picked him up (using a piece of cardboard and some paper) and flushed him down the toilet...is flushing 4 times overkill?  Probably.  But I'm not taking any chances.

About 45 minutes later I went back in the kitchen to get dinner and saw Nathan's dark black car on the ground...I thought it was another one...so I screamed...I may be paranoid now.

Our poor Asian/non-English speaking neighbors are probably a little freaked out. I guess it's time to teach Nathan how to be a real man and kill some bugs.