Lesson Learned

Jake and I were lying in bed talking last night. We were both nearing extreme fatigue, the kind where you can fall asleep in the middle the sentence you're uttering. I saw a dark spot on the wall near the top of our closet door. I thought I was hallucinating at first, but I turned the light on to have a look.

"Jake, there is a huge cockroach on our wall."

It took a second longer than it should have for my sentence to hit his ears and register in his mind. He turned, reached for his glasses, and went to work. Killing cockroaches has become routine in our apartment for the last few weeks. This must be their season.

He came back with flip-flop in hand. And after a few minutes of trying to figure out the best approach, including a few test swats to see if he could reach, he made his move. He missed. And instead of scurrying down the wall (we've never seen any that weren't on the floor) at break neck speed...

It Flew.

In thinking with a few expletives and disbelief at what I was seeing, I heard Jake.

"It's on you."

I'd been standing on the bed to spot the bug if it got away. Apparently, cockroaches fly to the next tallest thing in the room. It was instant terror and turning and screaming, and getting the sheets wound around my feet.

I asked if it was still on me, he said he couldn't tell, I calmed down for a split second, and then it flew off of me down to the floor. Jake's flip flop when to work. Cockroach flushed - thrice.


Are you still stuck on the flying part?

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