killer bugz

I called my roommate last night to find out where she was only to discover she was still at least half an hour away while I was in full discovery mode of some crazy prehistoric million legged creature that reminded me of a more pliable cockroach (my worst enemy). I had to kill it but of course I screamed and cried because although I am a fairly strong and independent woman who has no trouble with blood or vomit, killing bugs is a different realm. This was even after my post-Sex and the City II martini too! So I killed it but may have thrown the newspaper I killed it with on the front porch and left the corpse for my lovely and wonderful roommate to dispose of. She was most gracious only because she knew how much distress I was in. Let's just say I might have been crying on the phone to her when she explained she was nowhere near home.