It was over almost as soon as it started. And it wasn’t the kind of dance I would have chosen. I was also making little noises. Come to think of it, it was more of a hopping thing than a dancing thing...I guess it really wasn’t a dance at all.
I was picking up our gym bag to load it up with snacks and drinks for the next outing. You know what happened next. There was something crawling between my feet. Initially I couldn’t see what exactly it was. But I knew I didn’t want it between by feet and I definitely didn’t want it crawling up my leg. The kids were at the table, perplexed at what they could see of my little display. Until they came around the corner.
I went to the cupboard under the sink and chose my weapon…Cockroach Killer Spray. This battle was going to require something more than a shoe. There was a reason he had gotten to grow as big as he was. I was fairly sure he had outrun danger before. But he hadn’t yet crossed me. I got a little spray on him but he was still moving out. He sought refuge inside the gym bag. He was a smart little guy. I had to dump out the contents to get him on the run again. SPRAY!!! The spray was just shooting out of the can. He finally started to slow down. Then he stopped. The only thing moving was his twitching antennae. I blew the end of my pistol (err I mean can). Carolyn 3, Cockroaches 0.
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