Last night I was on my computer when I thought I saw a shooting star out the window. I then realized that it was a moth, and it was inside. I turned around and ascertained that it was not a moth, but was, in fact, a two inch long cockroach.
I let out a primal bellow of rage and leapt up from my chair. Terry, my roommate, also stood up, frightened by my unprovoked outburst. I pointed and comprehension spread across his face.
"Shut your closet so he doesn't go in there!" Terry shrieked. I hastened to do so, still too furious to articulate words. Terry is fairly short, so the cockroach that was now about an inch from the ceiling was out of his reach. I leapt onto my bed, shoe in hand, and crushed the life out of the monster, howling with victory. I flicked the carcass expertly onto the ground, and Terry promptly removed it.

Well the obvious answer is to transfer to Denver University!
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I would have been screaming like a girl. SO DAMN GROSS
You should definately move. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Also go buy tupperware keep all food sealed up in tupperware EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Well, there you have it. Everyone should have the opportunity to experience roaches at least once in their life. Mike and Tracy used to come home all loaded when we lived in Alexandria. Then they would proceed to the kitchen to take care of the munchies. There, we would eat egg sandwiches and try not to wake up your Grandma and Grandpa all whilst screaming and dodging roaches. Maybe I did most of the screaming while Mike and Tracy did some smashing.
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