Bugs

I think today confirms it! I am not a bug person. After getting up, I headed to the bathroom. After turning on the light, the first thing that met my eye was a huge beetle/cockroach/BUG crawling across my rug. This wasn't any ordinary bug. It sure seemed like it was the length of the first two knuckles on my fingers--although I admit I didn't take the time to kneel down and measure it.

I admit that my first thought was wishing I had some man nearby to come get rid of it for me. However, that not being the case, I knew I had to get rid of it because I certainly didn't want it wandering around my house all day-who knows when it would have reappeared. There are far too many dark corners to hide in!

So, my first idea was to slide a piece of paper beside it-hoping it would calmly keep walking and let me dump it into the toilet. My coordination skills in slow movements are somewhat lacking since I bumped this bug and it scurried to the first dark corner it could find-behind the trash can.

My next thought was to get some sort of tongs or some other contraption so I wouldn't have to touch it. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the first thing that made any sense to me-two serving spoons figuring I could scoop it into one and then manage to put it in the toilet.

With this grand idea, the first try was somewhat flawed and this bug headed toward the doorway. I was in no way ready to let it leave the confines of the bathroom so I took a spoon and tried flinging it back into the bathroom. Fling it did-so much so that I didn't know where it had landed.

After finding the bug once again-hiding behind the sink, I tried this strategic maneuver once again. This time I was successful in capturing and disposing of this huge, horrendous bug. I think it only took the next 20 min before my heart slowed down. I guess I can almost laugh about it now, but I certainly wouldn't look forward to seeing a bug in the morning.