back from a lovely vacation in new york and on my second to last day at work.
yesterday, bleary-eyed and befuddled from getting into tampa at 11:30 pm (1:30 am bedtime), i opened my car door to head to work. late, naturally - it's a wonder i was able to get up after going to bed at an ungodly hour.
what should greet me, but the retreating end of a scrabbling 1.5 inch roach headed under the driver's seat.
i took anthony's car.
last night i bought a roach hotel and set it under the seat. this morning, i gingerly got in after inspecting the car (mostly) thoroughly and drove to work, stiff and clenched.
almost there, i see the dry winged thing. marching, trundling, all straight legged and slowly on the floor of the passenger seat, headed to the darkness underneath. i move all my items from the passenger seat to my lap, loudly humming strains of the 1812 overture over and over and over.
i park in the sun ("i'll fry the sucker if i don't kill it now") and jump out. i settle my belongings on my person and work up the courage to open the passenger door to see if i can kill it. hmm... how far do i want to lean in? not that far....
*INSERT OPERATIC SCREAM, A JUMP AND A FULL BODY WIGGLE*
today can only go up, my friends.