The Slimy Sensation
Dad got up early yesterday to see a client at 7:30am. That’s usually the time that we’re getting out of bed. Being that he got up early, he was tired by the time I came home from work at 7:30pm. He hit the hay about an hour later. I watched a “Lost” re-run with Taylor after putting the boys in bed.
The house was dark. I walked around and checked the windows while Taylor followed me. We bumped into each other a couple of times. I couldn’t guess anymore about where I was or how close she was to the very expensive telescope that Santa Claus brought for Daddy, so I turned on the hall light. We made our way to the bedroom, and everything was dark again (after I had turned it off).
I walked into the bathroom that is adjacent to our bedroom. I wanted to brush my teeth and get ready for bed quietly and in the dark so as not to wake Dad. I felt something wet and mushy under my heel. Oooh, what’s that? Oh, I hope I didn’t step on a bug. I turned the bathroom light on as quickly as I could, just before closing the door, so the bright light woke Dad. He groaned to let me know that he did not like it.
I looked to the bathroom floor and saw a roach with its guts hanging out, trying to make its way to a corner. Eeeeewwwwww! I did step on a bug! Thankfully, it wasn’t one of those flying Palmetto bugs. I would have fainted. This one was a normal-size roach that didn’t have wings. But it was limping, dragging its guts on the tile. And I had roach guts on my foot! I couldn’t shriek or scream or even gasp because Dad was trying to sleep.
I went out the bedroom again, picked up a shoe, and smashed the roach to end the misery that it didn’t know it was experiencing. I brushed my teeth with the thought of still having roach guts under my heel. I washed the guts off and went to bed to have that nasty scene play over and over in my dreams.
